My mother's lavender sheets
And the fresh smell of pinewood and cherry.
Wilmington remains ageless, with streets
Abandoned full of warm, whistling winds
The crisp grass and the lulling wind chime.
Wilmington: quietly frozen in time.
My mother's lavender sheets
And the fresh smell of pinewood and cherry.
Wilmington remains ageless, with streets
Abandoned full of warm, whistling winds
The crisp grass and the lulling wind chime.
Wilmington: quietly frozen in time.
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