Quiet Place



Walking through the trails,
over the homemade bridge,
through the forest.
To my place
my space
my quiet place.
Listening to the birds
and the water flow through the stream
and drip off the rocks...

I swing.

From the old swing
my grandpa put up so long ago.
Cherishing every moment,
until its time to go.

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2 years ago
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Good Job

2 years ago
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Very good 😃

2 years ago
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Great Job