The season is changing. And its that time of the year when you want to be home. Snuggle up into a quilt and just treat yourself to some nice hot chocolate...
I miss home
I miss my books
I miss my music
I miss my room
I miss the food
I miss the garden
I miss my scribbles
I miss the woolens,
I miss the smell of the quilt
I miss the morning dew that made the grass slippery
I miss the morning sun that touched my face
I miss my solitary walks
I miss myself.
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