If you are a lighthouse, you cannot hide yourself; if you hide yourself, you cannot be a lighthouse.
Out with J on a reminiscent tour of our small lakeshore town, pointing out the locations of fond high school memories, contemplating a life in small town America.
From the Subject: “corrandtion: //this is a mid.summer moon.day adventure eve when all should have been bedded but instead followed the fullish moon to its finish, gallivanting through town like blessêd fools because…..jeremy! //”
