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  • “finding solace in a forest..a pine forest enveloping a little one..the scent fills the air..the ground cushions the soles..the power of the wind uplifts..summer camp and Marlboro State hospital..not for me, for my Mom..things got noisy at home. My Dad, a quiet man..good humored..would warn us to be good. It didnt work too well. Me and my sister delighted in mixing poisons when Mom & Dad went out..we would rush around the house grabbing everything liquid we werent supposed to touch and make a noxious brew..what we did with it..memory fails me..I was the younger..can only guess..maybe the garden..the ants! Untold stories for the ants!
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