Hidey Hole
When I was a little girl, I used to like to drape old blankets and quilts over the picnic table and benches in the back yard and make a sort of tent. Then I'd crawl inside and enjoy the feeling of being safely hidden from the rest of the world. Sometimes when my mother washed the sheets and hung them out on the clothesline to dry in the sun, I did the same thing. I'd make a sort of nest in between the sheets. I loved the feeling of being temporarily apart and hidden from the rest of…
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