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Angie said:
>Hard to imagine having to start with a
>scarf over my face. Congrats all
who
>attempted it.
When my Grandpa Ernie retired, he and my
Grandma
moved up to Pollock Pines in the Sierras
(about 15
miles further on from Placerville (aka
"Hangtown")).
We used to go walking on the paths through
the woods
around there. I remember the dirt: it was this
fine,
almost powdery silt. It would kick up and meld
with
the smell of the pine needles. And so
quiet; you
couldn't hear your own footsteps.
Linda B. Merims
Massachusetts, USA
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