When I was a kid, my family spent as much of our summer vacation as possible at a tiny cabin in the woods of Northern Michigan. Growing up we called it a cottage, but we might also have called it a hut. It had NO amenities–not even running water. There were hillsides of wildflowers though, deer hiding behind trees, a creepy but oddly thrilling outhouse, and we didn’t have to bathe the whole...
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