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This Here Be Home...

This is my childhood home, that I haven't quite given up - the square in the middle of the field, with the triangle of field between two lanes. This is where I've gotten snowed in countless times, for a week at a time, among other things. That line of trees behind the house are where the houses are going that my father bemoans each time he sees what he perceives to be a new light, or a new set of trucks going down the road where two houses, only, used to dwell. I love that farm - the four acres in the middle of 200 we owned where I grew up. I could be free there, do anything, be anything, without judgment. Of course.... given there was no where else to go - that stunted my social growth a lot. However, there are times that I do drastically miss getting home after school, throwing my books down, and running out the back door to where the horses are, saddling up and just riding... and riding... and riding till my heart was content. I really, really miss those days, in many ways. Anyway... here it is!



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