Airline food.
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I’ve always envied my uncle up here, my cousin, aunt, uncle, they’ve lived on the north edge of the Olympic National Park for the last – however long – it’s been.
We did a short a hike, Ma Wetzel one of her brothers, a cousin, up the hill behind the house. I kept seeing these little bell-shaped flowers I couldn’t identify. I kept trying to get a picture, but nothing worked out {{popup mtnbell3.jpg mtnbell3 320×240}}quite right.
