Haven
My haven is a place that might shock most people, my haven is the local cemetery.
In my haven I sit thinking of all of my ancestors in this hallowed ground, it just feels so peaceful under this low branched tree,
I can sit for hours, thoughtful and still, no noise just silence, sometimes broken with the sound of a breeze rustling my tree.
This is my place that nobody knows, my secret, my serenity my HAVEN>
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