I can remenber the horses of the pasture misty mornings and cool of the evenings. I can remember when the wind whistles in the corners of the house. I can feel the fear of the dark when shaking under my little bed trying to squeeze the pillow to my safety Riding to the grain fields days of childhood in my memories flying over the hills unforgettable over and over again. In my dreams i live again my childhood life from night to night. I could wake with the smell of new-mown hay. I could wake and taste the blood in my mouth. I can feel the fear of the dark when shaking under my little bed trying to squeeze the pillow to my safety
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