Sometimes I feel like life (the kind of life full of art galleries, music, film, good coffee, highways, deer, squirrels, bagels) is bustling away "out there." "Out there" is the magical world that exists somewhere past the waves.
But then I have days where I think, this is what I get to do at the end of the day.
My afternoon lounge spot
View from my hammock
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