Today while I was visiting the folks, playing with their pets, motoring to Fort Pierce to the ancestral estate of my step-mother's family to pick grapefruit and was back mowing the lawn here, this journal was open 37 times. Isn't that interesting?
Who are you? Why were you here? What did you think? How did you get here? Will you come back? Were you here before?
Fort Pierce. I never thought much of the place until I fell in love there. Now when I'm there, I wish I had a grasp on happiness I felt back when. I think good thoughts for the object of the lost affection. It isn't much when you see it on the superficial level, but then you get to know parts of it that are wonderful.
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