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Westport report

I had a great time up in the Adirondacks, lounging at Robyn's family's camp on Lake Champlain, occasionally bestirring myself to eat a piece of the pie that her mother baked every day or paddling a kayak down to the island. One exciting day included a trip to the transfer station (i.e., the dump) and a studio visit to a local artist named Ellen Few Anderson, who lives in a (fantastic!) house Robyn had often ridden past on her bike but never seen up close. I raked seaweed, too, watched hummingbirds at their spaceship feeder, and— no, that was pretty much it.

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