Autumn is drawing nearer. I find my self wishing I was back in Oregon to see then green trees again and being able to walk on the green grass, and seeing the leaves change colors and fall from the tree's high in the sky. My favortie thing to do was gather all the leave's together and jump into them. But I am stuck here in California with the dry hot weather and the dead grass beneath my feet. I feel empty insdie now. For all is lost, Oregon was my Middle-Earth. Trees and Wildrness all around. Now nothing.
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Dream-of the ones who came before.
They are calling from across a distant shore.
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