Wow the pleasures of a place called home.
The smell of the trees, the smile of the bros, and the love of a family.
Yes, the celebrated coming home has created euphoria in this tranquil state that I now reside.
The great treasure of future seems to beacon me to come find her.
I recapitulate through mine eyes the past that has been.
A field of vibrant colors, foreign words floating through the air, tumultuous times in places of peril.
Yes I will succeed and with her shall posse the inheritance of eternity.
The prison of mediocrity cannot bind my bearing soul and lead me through gates of never-never land.
I am here, I am real, I am me!
love McKay
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