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Escape to the Woods

An urge to run, leave it all, and start again.

Photo by Mahdi Bafande on Unsplash

I packed up and left. A guitar and a suitcase, traveling alone.

I was tired wanting. Trapped with a job, stuck in place. I don’t need more things.

I only have time. Every second was counted. Days blended the same.

The woods hold magic. Whispers of new adventures, secrets of Autumn.

Walk a broken path, down a forgotten road where lost spirits hide.

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Christopher Madsen, author of the Limerick books:

Ice Cream for Breakfast on Mondays and Tacos for Brunch on Tuesdays

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