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DAY THREE
On an island the morning paper is important - but it comes after noon, because you have to wake up, go swimming, make your body & soul wake up with breakfast, row to mainland, drive 5 km to the mailbox, drive back, row back...
That's when you realize that you will be making millions by starting a summer business delivering both the retsina and the paper to people on vacation...
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...and after that life is just sunshine on the leaves...
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...till it's time to do this: you start enjoying grilled Lappish cheese covered with wild strawberries picked five steps away from the house (though you would be willing to walk more for those)...
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...but by the time your body is content, the mysteries of nature start acting on their own, and you are left awesomely goggle-eyed to see this...
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...just to realise that it's all because of this...
...accompanied by the sounds of a trio. There are two tenors, a black-throated diver calling it's own name, "kuikka", an owl with a longing howl, and the barytone, a red-necked grebe, who is just longing to want, and wanting to long for...
[Day Four]
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