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Sunday, April 22, 2007

The Berkshires

It smelled like woodsmoke and spring. We took no pictures of the old graveyard, or the inn in front of it. I woke up at 3am and thought I heard a ghost in the attic. And, we went hiking.


Posted by Hat at 4:59 PM
Labels: fun times, travel

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