1d ago
inMy grandma's tales about an old orchard felt real once we walked through it together.
The hidden garden matching the diary so perfectly blows my mind. I mean, after all those years, how could it stay the same? My grandma's stories never match up with what I find in old photos. It makes me wonder if some places just hold onto memories better than others. That kind of direct link to the past must feel like stepping into a time machine.