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My dad's hunting camp somewhere out on the front 40 (or is it the back 40, Dad?), way up in upper peninsula land in the great state of Michigan. (2006)
My dad sent me this great picture today. I really wish I was up there right now.
Just as I wrote that, these lyrics played in my room:
There is no place I can go
There is no place I can hide
It feels like it keeps coming from the inside.
Love you, Dad!
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