The Hilt
A camping vacation the only kind
The trip with grandsons would be mighty fine
Standing in rush and Spanish Moss
Pictures to remember embossed
Scratching redbugs from hilt to my hairline
Inspired by Carolyn Devonshire's Vacation Contest
Not an entry
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