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Just beyond the ferns is a secret swing. A place my kids like to go to get away and be in a wooded sanctuary. Some days are better than others. I often wish I could "transport" myself to another dimension. Leave the confusion and clutter of my mind behind. But alas, the closest I usually get is piling brush on the back property line where it is hard to find me.