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Wednesday, Jun. 09, 2010 - 9:45 p.m.

It stormed last night, and I dreamed that I was sleeping in my bed and it was storming, but the house shuddered and swayed just like the boat used to. I found it comforting on the boat; last night it freaked me out. A well-made house does not rock when the wind blows.

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