Thinking about my childhood, playing outside in the country of upstate NY close to this time of year around all of the pine trees that surrounded our house. I couldn’t go inside for the night without having sap sticking to my palms/fingers/knees from a full day spent around them. As far behind me as they are, just thinking about those scrubbing frustrations brings me back instantly. Who knew something so simple as smelly, sticky, painfully hard to erase sap could stick so well…

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