I love New York City, but it's really nice to get out of town on the weekends and go up to the house. Technically, you can throw rocks in Brooklyn, but it'll probably get you in trouble. At the house, though, I can throw them whenever I want. I can also run around on grass that isn't plastic, or I can just sit back and take in the bird songs under a tree. I think in this picture I'm composing some verse.
I also like to go for walks, to the creek, to the caves, to the ruins. On this walk, I saw a frog. Make that, a FROG, but for some reason Daddy kept calling him a toad.
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