I walk down dusty roads somewhere in my memory, a hint of fragrance pulls an image to my thoughts. Wiping off the Cobb webs I explore its every detail. I feel the warmth of the sun and the gentle summer breeze on my face. Closing my eyes I embrace the touch of the grass on bare feet, and the gentle hum of June bugs in the pear trees.
The long forgotten rooster wakes us at dawn, I sit down to breakfast, savoring once again the taste of grandmothers apricot preserves. I can see her wrinkled hands and time worn face with eyes that sparkle with a hint of mischievousness.
It is a long dusty road I tread with stops along the way. Some are filled with joy and laughter, others with regret and tears. I go back often however, because somewhere along my journey I find once again Friends, places and family from years gone by.
The long forgotten rooster wakes us at dawn, I sit down to breakfast, savoring once again the taste of grandmothers apricot preserves. I can see her wrinkled hands and time worn face with eyes that sparkle with a hint of mischievousness.
It is a long dusty road I tread with stops along the way. Some are filled with joy and laughter, others with regret and tears. I go back often however, because somewhere along my journey I find once again Friends, places and family from years gone by.
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