Saturday, April 18, 2009

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We had a summer house in Vermont when I was a wee little one.
For a spell, our house in Vermont was the meeting place for our large family. So, many of my cousins were playmates along with my siblings.

The Tipi was a staple on our property.
Beautiful large, white sheeted Tipi's constructed with large dead branches from our land.

We would dress up as Native Americans, give one another names, and spend the lovely summer days frolicking around in the grandeur of the mountains and creeks.

I want to be lounging in one this moment.
the smell of sweet grass and feeling the warmth of the sun.

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