Today I was given a tour."Here we'd race our bikes"
"Here we camped and swam"
"This is the yard we cut across after school"
"We called it the clay pit"
It was a trip back in time, without the machine.
Sunlight doesn't grow old and change.
The trees are there, fewer in number.
The wind recognized him....
It will grow to love me.
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And how would your tour go? Not quite as adventurous, untill you rounded the corner and the little white dog raced to greet you.
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