Treehouse joy

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When I was a kid I used to spend hours in the branches of an old beech tree. I knew every path to the sky through those gnarled branches, and used to sit up there just listening to the wind in the copper leaves, daydreaming of things to make and places to go. So if anyone could build me a studio of my dreams, it would be like this nest in a Hamptons backyard.

NYT: A Bird’s Eye View of Long Island

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