Shabbat shalom from Sebec Lake I sit on our back porch looking out at across the lake, a view that has been a part of my life since I was two years old. I am surrounded by memories. In no particular order they come to me. Aunt Bill helping us put together a skeleton of a small rodent we found under the porch, picking berries for pie, hoisting the flags in the morning and taking them down at night while singing "Day is Done", stubbing countless toes on the roots and rocks, taking pictures on the picture rock and on the back steps, watching the sunsets, dreaming about the castle across the lake, riding in the Mary B. across the lake, cleaning brush, sweeping floors every morning, doing dishes, running through the woods with older cousins
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