Collinsville

There is a place in a town where everyone knows everyone.  It is quaint and small and free from the rest of the world.  The complete opposite of where I am now.  When you come here there is a bridge, under that bridge is where I feel most comfortable.  It is where my friends go to meet, its where I go to be alone.  Any time I have been faced with an obstacle or needed to process something, I came here. I can sit in the woods, amongst the trees, or sit on a rock and look out over the river.  It is out of this world.

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