finally off island, no longer lost. escaped maine under cover of onrushing darkness. tight grip broken. a skunky drive thru the night delivered us to friendly, familiar, familial refuge.another day of packing, though this one topped off with cleaning, numerous trips to the dump (oh to have curbside pickup again!!!), last-minute repairs, and, did i mention packing. couldn't have fit one more thing. refugees. got outta dodge 'round 615p, stopped to sleep at a rest area 11 hours and 5 states later. quick nap, another starbucks, and an hour later....sunrise and refuge.
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