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Originally Posted by Grant
"...I used to love the porch swing overlooking the brook. We'd go there, get the mail, pick up some groceries, then head to the "old" dump, and hit the farm stand on the way back."
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The "old" dump reminds me of my dad's taking an old, large, stuffed (but becoming
un-stuffed around the edges), trophy moose-head to that same dump -- and propping it up between two large trees facing the entrance. Wish I could have stuck around.
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