It is Christmas Eve and I am laying on the bed in my old room at my parents house. The wall are bare; the posters and pictures are gone. If these walls could talk... oh the things they would say. Time is everywhere. Only having been home for a week has reminded me of the seeds I have planted here. Southern California is my place. Los Angeles is my city. Claremont is my town. I'll keep this place in close reach.
Merry Christmas.
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