At last, at last, at last.
I lived there once, that place in the woods.
We would drive there on the weekends, I would watch the rocky hills from inside the car window.
It was ok then, everything was.
Re-visiting Woodstock, and my most cherished childhood memories, was a truly moving experience. I hold this place so close to my heart, and I always will. Maybe one day I'll be able to create new memories there with someone special, just like my parents did so long, long ago.
Without further ado...
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