there is a place she use to live, you can not see the forest for the trees there. she ran wild through the bushes singing songs out of key and with all the wrong words. freckles covered her sholders and from far away it looked like she had a tan. her feet were bare all summer long till they were rough and tumble much like her heart. she was the tom boy goddess of the southern summer and i miss her.
Photo - S
Words - N
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