spring
loving you is memories of bells on Sunday morning.
it’s green grass with daffodils and tall trees.
warm sun, blue skies and familiar street signs.
it’s long morning drives with coffee and living life in pictures
it’s throwback music, hard-work, and humility.
home isn’t home without you.
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