Reminiscence

Reminiscence As we walk along the woodland path, hand in hand, tasting the scent of freshly mown grass, and pine needles’ falling whispers by the little brook gurgling across the shale, we stop and sit and took time to talk, making our escape from the carbon scent of city walks, and spoke of summer.   […]
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Published on July 09, 2013 18:04
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