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You can go back to a place, but you can’t go back. Nor should you want to. But maybe you want to.
On my trip around the East Coast, I have visited bits of my past, e.g where I did my undergrad years (or where I did my undergraduate fun). On plotting today’s odyssey leg from southeastern Pennsylvania to Washington, I noticed my route went very near Thurmont Maryland.
Which is near Cactoctin Mountain Park.
Which us where, almost exactly 25 tears ago (well in 3 weeks), is the place I lost Dominoe in the woods, and she found me.