Took an hour nap today. It felt like...a trip back to the shore, a day climbing and exploring something, George Eliot I haven't read, a plethora of seafood and fruit to eat, and a night spent with people I love. I woke up and thought, "Oh yeah. This place."
Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress.
George Eliot, "Middlemarch", Book I, ch.1
What did you climb? And oh my god, MORE SUN? Are you out of your mind? My forehead is already cracking and peeling. Ha HA.
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