A Voice from the Eastern Door

Maple trees - helicopters to guitars

I remember when I was a youngster; my brother and I would run under and around our maple trees and chase after polypodys. As the wind blew, they flew like helicopters from the trees around our home. I looked up polypodys on the Internet, but what I f...

 
 

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