There is something about this place. She is my long lost friend.

She is mine. She is yours. She holds us in our tears.

She keeps us from the rain. She gives us the sun…and the stars.

She holds us close….you and me.

I know her well. Her smells, her cracks and gaps, her silence

She can never surprise me.

Not with her wild colors. nor with her crassness.

She is known.

you and me.

we are held.

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