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We would sit and listen to Mother Nature.

Like hearing enraptured tales.

In this place, we would listen to the music of the birds.

We longed to have wings to fly, to far away terrain.

A wonderful mind in a place of beginning hopes, dreams, and aspirations.

Love of life simple and sweet.

We would watch the flotilla of clouds passing by one by one.

The place where we would count the Milky Ways flaming stars in childlike innocence.

Knowing the eye of God pierced the very depths of our souls.

I see you timeless.

The essence of life and youth lives here in you.

Keep the words near to your heart.

Live the meaning in years to come.

And remember to remember who we were then.