There’s Nothing Natural About This
I am in Edgartown, Martha’s Vineyard. It’s a beautiful, high-sixties-degree day in late June with luminous rays of sunlight gleaming through my bedside window and a gentle breeze rustling the flourishing flora outside. I’m lying on my bed, on the final full day of my first vacation in what feels like forever, reading Susan Cain’s […]
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