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Chautauqua really is Utopia

I spent a good part of my evening biking with Emily. In search of a “fortress of solitude,” something I need everywhere I go, we found an arboretum. I could smell the honeysuckle. And you know when mediocre authors describe the tops of trees as a “canopy of leaves”? I now understand what they mean.  

Good night.