childhood flits and flutters around me. every day, it touches my senses with the gentlest of caresses, tickling the surface of my Heart with yearning and joy. it reminds me of simpler times where it was just enough to wake up to sunshine and clear blue skies; a breath of refreshment. how hard i try to retain dear old childhood but, it is air—impossible to obtain but is present always: a wrinkle in time.
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