When I was an itty bitty lass, we summered in Vermont and everyone waved whenever any car came down the road. It was a dirt road so cars were few and far between and seeing someone coming was exciting. It's funny but that experience seems small but it's big. The sweet memory of waving at anyone feels amazing.
When I visit this memory, I can feel the warm Vermont summer sun on my skin and my bare feet on the pebbles and grass.

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