Walking down shady lanes on top of a mountain where
I once lived in New Jersey.
Remembering the quiet respite I would accept as I
looked around me, all alone, leaving my sisters
back at the house being loud and rowdy.
Every moment spent by myself would give me the
energy to go back home and be able to be good to my
sisters while we played dolls and such.
Pure, innocent moments of life way back then, always
bringing fruitful thoughts of peace right now.
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