nostalgia 

Imagine if we found all our old toys 

The memory, that smell, those feelings, how the air felt that night 

The scent of your grandmas flowers in her garden during that summer when you stayed out an extra hour 

It’s sad really that in order to grow we must leave so much behind 

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