Saturday, October 13, 2012

The woods

The crunch underfoot of dry leaves. The familiar smell of decay brought me back to childhood, walking the trails along the creek in my backyard. Green leaves interspersed with yellow and orange. Made our way to a swimming hole, barely a drip running down the rocks. Still beautiful in this state. Ended the night around the fire, singing to the guitar, and laughing about gorgeous gourds.

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