Remembering back when I was a child, I would
take a walk around the
neighborhood, and I would smell wood burning coming out of
the chimneys.
Now when I take a walk and smell wood burning is bringing back
memories.
What I remember about when I was little was living with my
father in a
brown house and having a big dog twice as big as me. When I
would look
out the window and crack the curtain in my bedroom, I would
take a peek
out. At night I would always see a man staring at me from outside
the
house. He was wearing a long trench coat and a rain hat. He
would stand
still with his hands in his pockets and do nothing. It seemed
he know
when I was going to sleep because he would always be there.
That was
many years ago, so when I smell burning wood, I go back in
time.
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