I spent a huge chunk of my childhood frolicking through this place; my mother interned there while she completed her anthropology master's. I need to ask her permission first, but there's a hilarious story from that time that I think you'd appreciate ...
p.s. Yes, I'm playing catch-up here; It's been a rough go for the past month or so (and I'm sorry to hear it's the same for you), and being anywhere but in my head (which is not a fun place in which to frolic)) has been difficult.
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p.s. Yes, I'm playing catch-up here; It's been a rough go for the past month or so (and I'm sorry to hear it's the same for you), and being anywhere but in my head (which is not a fun place in which to frolic)) has been difficult.
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