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Treehouse

Treehouse

We are staying in treehouses on this trip. Our AirBnB lodging was on the second floor, and around the windows were huge old trees. I laid in bed watching birds and squirrels eat and frolic. They were at my eye level and we all looked down on the world. Now at our vacation rental near … read more Treehouse

Posted on July 2, 2016May 15, 2019Author LisaCategories ShelterTags 2012, Ann, childhood, hiding, Ohio, treehouse, trees, visitor2 Comments on Treehouse
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