Friday, June 20, 2003

Oh my God.

This is the town we spent every summer weekend at when I was growing up. Our house there has probably burned down; my dad built it himself. There was a big tree with a swing that went way out over a hillside. There was a trail up to the top of the mountain where there was a spring surrounded by mint plants. The water was ice cold and tasted like mint.

I wanted to take Sascha there. I wanted to take my kids there. I am in shock.


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