The very same spot over 40 years later. Sadly the tree I used to read in is gone.
Once I returned home, I was inspired to sit down and create elaborate maps of the places my mind had wandered as I was reading. I would carefully identify each village, river and forest and color the maps with the mediums available to me at that time—probably crayons and one of those Bic 4-color ballpoint pens. I would even use our gas stove to burn the edges and make them look old. Those maps were long ago archived in some landfill, but to this day, anytime I see hand-drawn maps, they transport me to the locations the creator has depicted.
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