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. http://www.sales.penzart.com
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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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