Over the years, the many many years, I’ve gone from place to place but always come back to the oak trees and dawns of where I began. I could be happy someplace else but it just ended up being here.
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Vampire Maman 
Funny how a tree can often feel like home.
I always come back to the oak trees as well, but then again, it’s in a squirrel’s nature to do that!
Nothing there for me to go back to…, gravestones, buildings, and memories. The good ones I have in my heart…, the bad ones can stay with the buildings and gravestones.