Melancholic last-days-of-summer-camp feeling.
In a little while I will be leaving Neverland, Peter Pan’s islands where the lost ragamuffin kids never grow up! - It’s funny to see that as they are getting older, the aged behave like children again -. They call me their daughter -or they baby!-, offer me tiny stuff to remember them, give me blessings…
“Soon I’ll be going to Heaven and I will wait for you there, sitting on my cloud!” Aaaaaaawwwwwww!
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