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  • There is a place where the road must end, and the gravel path to the cabin begins. For two spring breaks, we hid within. The ghost of the cozy wooden enclosure kept us safe. We talked too much, much too late. We laughed and wrote and shared and played. Even (temporary) lack of running water couldn't make a dent in our plans.

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