Where I call home-Olympia, Washington- feels like nowhere else I've ever been. Cool ocean breezes, freshly picked blackberries, green forests and hippies, singing birds and old trucks. Everything is alive, everything is antique. Nature sings me to sleep. I miss the rainfall, how the sweet scent was so fresh, so free. Bob Marley jams in the backyard; watermelon teases my tastebuds. I close my eyes and smell heaven, I swear to you, as if I were standing right in the Garden of Eden. Heaven and hope.
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