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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) File Under: Dad; Michigan; Someone Else's Image |
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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