pepper in good gravy, and there are hills and trees and grasses that
are simultaneously ancient and contemporary, it is a good place. I
feel the happy of all of the things I love coming together at once. I
feel possible. I feel peaceful and loquacious and curious and content.
I am happy being an islander. Maybe lopez is my tree to escape the
Wild hogs. Maybe it is my window crashed open from the slamming doors
of the recent past. Maybe it is home. A home with new memories and old
friends I didn't know I had. Maybe it's discovery and redemption and
restoration in one place. Maybe it's a fantasy, but for tonight, it's
beautiful. And I will smell the tears and starfish and feel the
serenity that being surrounded by water and countless stars brings.
And I will sleep well and dream happy.
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