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| I lived in the trees in the canyon behind my house as a child. It has never left me...it is the place of my grounding. The hideout is collaged with drawings of trees, magic papers, stones, mirrors and twigs. Using a photo of myself as a child...she gleefully jumped in the treehouse with my adult-self so they could swap stories and support each other. |
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