The Woods

11/6/????

I rarely see my aunt
She is a nice old lady who loved pottery
Whenever I see her, her hands are caked with clay. She always wore an old stained apron ,tan from the clay,except when she went outside.
She lived in Havensburg her entire life. My mom had left Havensburg 10 years before I was born. She said she didn't like the town and she thought that the wilderness surrounding it was too dangerous.
The road up there is a winding road and twisted trees surround it. I have been planning the trip for a month and prepared for the 2 day journey across the country.

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