This evening Dad and I took a walk down Quail Ridge (their street). My parents live in the house my grandparents lived in when I was growing up. The words "Quail Ridge" are like a magic spell to me. It was this special wilderness place where magic happened in the woods and loving grandparents held you and read to you at night. The sights, sounds and smells of this place still make me immediately happy.
June 15
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