I’m going to cold-open this Substack with something random on my mind. You’ll get to know me as we go.
There’s a pistachio green stucco cottage sitting a block from the beach in Connecticut. Festooned over the lawn is a clothesline where ivory sheets and striped boxers flutter, an overgrown fig tree and open-air shower tucked on the perimeter.
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