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JOINED: July 25, 2010
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RECORDS: 4
LATEST RECORD: almost 2 years ago
JOINED: July 25, 2010
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It was always easy to sleep at the cottage, but never more so than when it rained. On that island, surrounded by fir trees, the only noises were those of the forest and the water. The wind through the birch leaves and the loons out on the lake, calling to each other from dusk through the night. But when the clouds rolled in, warm summer rain falling onto the porch and the wind playing with the chimes outside the kitchen and wafting the smell of earth through the cracked windows, that’s when sleep came the easiest. Not the fastest, my mind hovering on the edge of wakefulness for as long as possible to take everything in, but the easiest, calm and untroubled. |
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