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I remember when I longed to get away from this, from home. I remember when all I wanted was to be anywhere but there. My father's old cars, my grandfather's land, the trees that I was too scared to go into alone.

But, now, I long for it. The cars, the land, the trees, the sky - the colors are what I see when I close my eyes. I can be myself there. I can rest there. My feet are bare there.