Foreshadowed ferry
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On our first leg home, Dave and I ride a car ferry across Lake Michigan. Once again, dizziness disappears—passive motion still my best friend—and I’m swallowed into the deepest sleep in months. I recline and surrender. As eyes drift close, the last four days patch themselves into four decades, shape-shifting nature into an updated nurtur…
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