Rough around the edges, and I’m in the botanical garden in Phoenix, and just came across the shaded area of the little pool, and it reminds me of the little place where I used to go and, hideout and escape from all my sister’s back then when I was living with them all in the UK.
So again, rough around the edges. A little memory about, quietness next to the water and being able to escape from my sister.
𝐒𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬?
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