Sounds of Old
There was a fire, yet it stands. A relic of the past soaring above the
burnt ravaged land. The old windmill can be heard echoing through
the canyon, as it spins away on a windy day. A flaming sunset casts a
shadowy effect on its historic past.
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The place I grew up will always have a significant impact on my heart. The Boney Mountain National Wilderness
area is where my father took me on hikes as a child. As a teenager, this is the place where I discovered who I