the way old log houses smell
brings me back
to childhood summers
the grey comfort
of timber worn smooth
by generations
now ghosts
trapped in artifacts
not many recognize
the dusty smell of old castles
and stonewalled chapels
with a hint of tar
on the wooden parts
reminds me
of the stony ruins
we weren't supposed to explore
and the old boat
by the lake
where I learned to swim
and never left
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