We were always trying to turn something into a profit,
we'd collect sticks in your yard
and I'd poke fun at the eggplants.
Your family introduced me to a more rustic way of life --
I never pictured myself to be the hiker or fisherwoman,
but you helpd me break out of my shell.
I remember collecting rocks with you and
trying to find the fossils within,
or trying to determine if they were special in some way but --
everything was special with you.
We'd go door to door selling our wares,
usually just bundles of sticks or dolls we made out of yarn and
your neighbors would always be kind and pass us a few singles
or spare change.
And we were rich.
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