After delivering the Kendall CSAs, I took a nostalgic drive down the gravel road where the first house I lived in used to stand. It was burned down years ago, but I love to drive down here once in a while and remember my dad’s gardens and the front yard. I drive through the stone tunnel where the bike trail crosses over and stop to look at a tree hanging off a bluff wall. I’m grateful to have been born into a place with such captivating allure, or perhaps it’s the nostalgia that has captivated me, a sentimental longing for the simplicity of nature and childhood.



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