Take me in The Sienna, back to when we were kids and summer skies had nowhere to go but everywhere. Back when the backyard was the world and the world hadn’t gotten complicated yet, all the way back to the VHS player and the hallway stairs, back to I’m-sure-we’ll-make-do. Back when we’d taste the world and it tasted good, back when we’d stumble out in the dewlit mornings, stardust on the grass and fawns learning to walk, to run, to jump, to fly from the swing seat to the stars hanging from that sky. 

Take me back in The Sienna, back when we didn’t know shame. Take me back, back when Turtles and Patriots marched together, teaching us to hit a baseball, to catch a football, Shelter On The River. 

Innocence was not shattered in a million pieces back then.

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