Forgotten :: Aug 25, 2010 :: Comments [2]
Deep in the woods where we used to play as kids - scuffed knees, dirty hands, and laughter, there is the cabin. We are long gone along with rope swings and hide outs made of twigs and scented of mother earths dark laom, but the cabin is still there drenched in our memories. The wood still holds us close and you can feel us in the grain, there, deep in the wood.
No Sunday post... was just so tired from not sleeping too well that I just couldn't be bothered to get up to the computer. Another shot today from the old archives. Look for a new one on Sunday. Till then...