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Wednesday, June 28th, 2006
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6:05p - Chapter Three
Roby
I've always loved watching people's reactions the first time they see where I live. I don't mean my house specifically. I mean everything—the town, the ocean, the woods. I love seeing their faces as they walk or drive through Port Gordon. It's an unmistakable look they get, all wonderment and delight and awe that such a groovy place still exists in this less-than-delightful day and age. The expressions are priceless, that first time they catch sight of the fishing boats tied up at the wharf, bobbing and thumping against the docks with each small wave washing in from the bay. I love observing their joy as they take in the Colonial vibe of Main Street and the brick-paved sidewalks; in the unmatched taste of a fresh lobster roll, or the first time they hear the muted, mournful call of the lighthouse at Cameron's Isle. And yeah, I've always loved newcomers' reactions to Aunt Bert's house—my house. It's always been something of a haven for those who've lived there, if only on a temporary basis. From that standpoint, it's aptly named.
Sanctuary.
( Chapter Three )
current music: Natasha Bedingfield- Wild Horses (comment on this)
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