i miss it so much some days.
miss sitting at the foot of this pretty unimpressive dump of a building and wishing it was mine so i could have 8 different themed floors and throw things from every window to see what made the most interesting sight/sound.
miss pulling off and always finding something unexplained along the road that i have no business understanding.
miss sitting here, trying to understand death and counting how many teeth the graveyard had (i count at least four in the forefront).
miss asking horses questions and thinking they understood with their batting eyelashes.
and petting them for helping me out.
i miss productive seclusion.
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