My nose remembers more than my eyes. The sharp oily smell of eucalyptus combines with afternoon dust from the hockey field. But my heart feels the different then and now.
Heart
Children are born with imaginations in mint condition, able to leap tall buildings in a single bound. Then life corrects for grandiosity.
Imagination, Children
To send a letter is a good way to go somewhere without moving anything but your heart"- Phyllis Theroux
Heart, Writing
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