"If you are a dreamer come in.
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar. A hoper a pray-er a magic-bean-buyer. If you're a pretender come sit by my fire. For we have some flax golden tales to spin.
Come in!
Come in!"
-Shel Silverstein
Near the cabin where we stayed, there was a field with a few apple trees and the deer were everywhere. They walked right up to us and ate out of our hands.
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