Sauntering through parks of yesterday, finding peace
and lolling in the quietness of our souls.
Investigating hidden images from antiquated memories,
rising to their heart-felt bellows as we calm our
selves interiorly.
Following trails being made within, walking along
them comfortably with blue jeans on, walking to edges
of our being.
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