The place I grew up was heavily wooded. It offered a place to escape, play, build forts and feel free. I had a route that I followed through the woods. In the winter it led to a frozen swamp that I skated on. In the summer I went to an outcropping of huge rocks that tilted towards each other to make a cave. It was one of my many secret retreats. I would always leave something in the cave like a button or ribbon. When I came back the next day it would be gone! Someone, animal or person was taking my cave offerings! Pretty sure it wasn’t a person.
This doesn’t look exactly like my cave but it’s close. Plus I can’t really remember seeing any purple trees in upstate NY. http://sales.penzart.com
pennyrossburk 
Just fyi the link not working for me get a screen This website can’t be found. Are you over the soreness of that fall you had in that parking lot? Vicki
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Not sure what you mean about your screen.
and yes, I just had a scraped knee and big fat bruised hip.
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I’m seeing the same thing on my ‘screen’ too. The problem appears to be that you’ve got a link to www.sales.penzart.com — that doesn’t exist. Try http://sales.penzart.com/ (ie without the initial ‘www’).
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PS your post ends “This doesn’t look like” … doesn’t look like what? (Enquiring minds want to know.)
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Technology isn’t one of my skills. So, thank you and I’ll try your suggestion1
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Yes, it definitely doesn’t appear to be a person. Very interesting. Its always fun to live in such places. The exploration is just amazing. I used to climb mango trees in the countryside, break raw mangoes and make jungle pickle out of it.
It was good fun if you add the Mother’s scolds😊😊😊
I relate so much to your wonderful post
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Haha! We only got scolded when we came home covered in pine sap, in our hair and on our clothes, it was hard to remove.
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