I thought I knew the woods like I knew the shape of my eyebrows or the smell of my home the texture of my hair
But when I went back I discovered I couldn't even find the old places
Where Mark scarred the skin of a maple to write our names with a knife
Where the hunter found us with branches Where the pond used to dirty our socks and where Elyse ruined her corduroys
Some trees have been uprooted
The woods have changed
||so have i
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