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Once I got to yacht down the Hudson.
I thought I was pregnant at the time.
That made for some interesting thinking.
In_between all the worrying, I looked at the verdant valley, and mountains, and thought about Dutch things and Hendrick_Hudson and being allowed to discover a new land.
I want my own territory.
When I was young I searched all over my house one day for some. My room was not enough. In books they always had a secret cubbyhole, or at least a nice window_seat.
I turned two futons on end to make a room. It lasted about an hour until my parents asked me to take it down so they could watch television.
I think that is what the American_dream is all about. Not necessarily conformity, but owning your very own white_picket_fenced house. To rule a domain where everything turns out right.
Places are important to people.
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