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On the property... I started digging the foundation today. I dug and filled the wheelbarrow, then Mon Ami hauled the dirt to the terraced area. Quiet save the sound of shwooshing shovels and pinging pinch bars against boulder finds. We moved almost a third of the area. The rocks are stacked against the earth for erosion control. In my mind...(a letter to one of my sisters) My heart broke when I was 14. You backed down the driveway in the green Pinto, packed with paraphernalia and nostalgia to cushion your travel eastward. Mannassass. I wanted to go with you. I was dying inside - my best friend leaving me. I can still see that green Pinto, the back of your head as you look out the rear window for imagined obstacles, the tires rolling, turning down the road, taking a left, then around the corner, then gone. I thought I would never see you again. Your wedding came and went, and although I was invited, I was to stand on the periphery, watching and hoping for some acknowledg...