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Vermont
As I once stayed in this very
historical inn, I remember the smell of rhe lobsters being cooked and
fresh
breads and more. Next I remember the way
the inn was built it had columns and stairs and you could smell the
ocean from there. You could almost see the Trapp family singers, as I
can still smell
the mountain air. I could take walks in the park surrounding the inn.
You could go and walk into the antique stores and hear so many stories,
when I sleep
I can see this picture still in my dream, to want to rediscover this
country village, named Vermont one day.
by Michelle Biondolillo
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