a few nights ago, i slept with my window open to enjoy the spring breeze. i woke up around 3am to the sound of gleeful shouts from the street below. was i upset? was i startled? no. was my first thought: they're having fun without me!? absolutely.
in other news, i went to belle isle for the first time this weekend. i left pondering how this progeny-of-a-pirate went months without knowing there was a nautical museum mere miles from her home. after practicing my knots, spying on canada through a pair of binoculars, and brushing up on boat signals, i decided i would come back to learn how "lady lighthouse keepers" often rose to power after their husbands found watery graves.
that you might be properly educated:
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