There is love in your body but you can’t hold it in; It pours from your eyes and spills from your skin. The tenderest touch leaves the darkest of marks, And the kindest of kisses break the hardest of hearts…
I don’t know where I’m going, but I know what I left behind…
birch trees always take me back to my childhood… memories of scratching secret messages onto sheets of the smooth bark, running barefoot through the forest, happy and free. I miss those blissful moments of being a kid.
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