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i often visit places i've grown familiar to. more often , i linger and somehow loose myself in the weave. somehow there are places that embrace me tighter than the rest but its really no big deal. a cozy corner always await my arrival (anytime) within a vast area of coastline housing or farther into the skirts of verdant forests. nobody seems to really bother who i am since they feel so happy just to see me. after a while, i have become these places. in a flash of a thought, i am there. whatever season, with no other reason i just pop into the scene where i feel i own and belong. some folks try to get away , take a holiday from the neighborhood*, but i never get away from anything or celebrate a holiday just to escape this neighborhood of environmental terrorists (some lesbian attempted to set-up a machine shop right along my street! the nerve!) , i just let the wind blow me there and everything is alright with me and the world!