A cool summer breeze,
when the leaves start to turn.
It was time for change.
The perfect campfire,
Cool wind whistles through the trees.
Memories of fall...
The tall redwoods,
the sound of rushing water.
The leaves scattered across the trail.
The science of gravity
pushes down on my pack.
Lets take a break.
Forever.
The perfect campfire,
Cool wind whistles through the trees.
Memories of fall...
The tall redwoods,
the sound of rushing water.
The leaves scattered across the trail.
The science of gravity
pushes down on my pack.
Lets take a break.
Forever.
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