An old precious friend recently said that she wished we lived closer so we could get together and make jam, pies and laugh. I would love this to happen.
My heart wants to break free of my chest and fly to her kitchen across the seas.
Sometimes I get SO homesick.
This is where I grew up, Bowen Island:
|pic from http://seattlestravels.com/|
I spent many Halloween nights standing behind the chains in the above photo watching the fireworks. Everyone of those nights I would burn my tongue on the HOT chocolate provided by the fire department.
This is the almost view from the deck of our house.
Now seasons change and I am still the same
I dont belong to anyone
Still a piece of me will always be
Sitting in my hometown sun
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