It’s time for something else it seems. All I want to do is be at home and take care of my garden. Water my rose bush and watch the pink flowers blossom. The wind is soft and the air is warm. It smells of new cut grass and the dirt road is the same as in the photo my grandmother took of me when I was about 8-years old standing in front of the summer house.


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