Idyllic

OCM, you make me smile .

I would like to believe
it sounds like waves softly crashing
on a shore, rolling in from a distance,
growing louder and softer,
the sweetest lullaby,
the sweetest lullaby.
Winds through the trees,
winds though the grains of wheat,
gulls crying and leaves rustling.
I miss my MOM!!!!!

I don't remember anything before "K" and very little before 5th grade, I thank God often.

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you can tell them all you want but it won't matter until they think it does

p.s. I contradict my contradictions, with or without intention, sometimes.