You smelled of Patchouli The Stones were on the turntable Smoke was in the air Boone's Farm Strawberry was the flavor of your kisses That summer, endless Our youth, more powerful than we ever knew We were bulletproof and would live forever Tomorrow was a given Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson All Rights Reserved
Tag: youth
Forgotten #writephoto
The forgotten door to yesterday. The backroads and wrong turns of your youth. The place where magic was always a possibility and summers stretched forever. Behind this door lies a realm of fantasy, riches unclaimed, and misplaced dreams. The key is just under that stone to the left, hidden in a niche.
Would you use the key?
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*This is in response to Sue Vincent’s #writephoto Thursday prompt. If you would like to get in on the fun, you can find out more about it HERE.