sometimes all i want to do is go back to where i came from.
my family is from merachine, an island off of placentia. nobody lives there anymore, since jerseyside was settled. sometimes i just daydream about me and a boy building a log cabin out there. i'd write a great novel or book and appreciate the forest and the sun like beatrix potter and virginia woolf and even miss honey from matilda.
we would use quilts when it was cold. there probably wouldn't be any electricity.
i would learn how to jig cod and take care of myself.
it would be hard, but rewarding.
we would wake up at the break of dawn and have breakfast together and start the day.
we would enjoy being away from each other and enjoy meeting in bed when the sun goes down.
surrounded with tools and with books.
living the life, i suppose.
xxx,
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