had to get gas; whoops, no gas when it rains. couldn't take that road, they closed it for construction. by the time we pull in, ben's shirt is literally so drenched that you could take it and ring it out, as he did in epi d'or. good times and good convos, as usual.
driving back, we turn the corner onto maurepas and the most magnificent display of lighting spans across the sky right in front of us, illuminating everything with an iridescent purple glow. we hear the boys, still drenched in the back "ooh" and "ahh" and i chuckle as i watch each mangey dog and random goat get out of the way as anne-ruth tears through. its so odd to me that this is life here, but it also just seems too perfect.
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