Last week, my cabin fever picture was a cozy little number on the shores of
Walloon, a place I go every fall for a writer's retreat. In front of all these
cabins runs a path along the shoreline that invites the walker on with
surprises around every bend. One cabin owner came out to tell me about her
grandchildren painting rocks and selling them at their lemonade stand in the
summer when the path is busy. I walked the entire length of the path, and
occasionally I would find a house that set one of the rocks along their
portion of the path...
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