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Novemebr 2010 - Travels with Charlie

The Road Home
The road back from town passes by a forest of aspen trees, then crosses over a small river that I named Fog River. I always enjoyed this part of the year as the aspens would turn yellow and gold. The trees grew over the road like a tunnel and always sparked my imagination as we passed through. This day for some reason I was specially susceptible to letting my mind take trips back in time, a time of daydreams and fantasy worlds. The tunnel of trees was the doorway in my mind leading to the wonderful land of Aspland.
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