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Tales from Off-Island

I grew up on an island. There were no stoplights. One day I left the island to go to college. Off-island was hard. It was hard to forget about the beaches and the open fields and about my dog and it was hard to get used to using stoplights. Even now I make mistakes.

Monday, April 28, 2008

And I Always Thought I Was Mean To My Little Brother . . .


See Evan? Here you have it-- you had it easy.
Posted by Berit at 12:49 AM

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I like adventure. New people and places light me up like a jack-o-lantern. Here are some things that have crossed my mind.
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