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  • I walk up and down this hill most days and see this field through the brush. The field dips down into the woods and to the river. My dog and I used to walk down there near the woods, especially in the snow. These days, now that my dog has passed, I stay on the road.

    I have lived on this hill for fourteen years, through my 30's and part of my 40's. Prime years here on this hill. This town, these walks, are a big part of me.

    Occasionally I wonder: what would it be like to build a home on this field? Who owns it anyway? Could I buy or rent this bit of land and build a platform, yurt, solar panels, and compost toilet? Could I, would I dare? This field offers quite the view.
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