To be childlike again and free to roam with footsteps in the mist of innocence to comb through forests of dreams our imagination grows soon extinguished it seems by grownup woes. © Brenda Aksionov 2018 Related PostsFree As A BirdSomething In The AirLandscape Of DreamsGlorious Forest Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
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