I miss that place. Everything could be a mess, but I could escape and have minutes of happiness and peace. I'm not afraid of reality, but is good to have a place to fit in. I don't have it anymore, and even if I had, I wouldn't go alone. The magic thing is not the place, it isn't the view or the great wind, is something I didn't figure it out... yet. Maybe are the laughs, or the people. I don't know. The only thing I really need is to go back there again and try to carry that happiness with me wherever I go.
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