Wasting time

I remember the summers when I, knee deep in the flowing stream, would look for hidden cities, pirates and good omens behinds those trees and caves. Perhaps looking for something, just something, beyond what I knew I’d find.

Now I sit here and wonder. What if I kept looking?

 

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