i’d heard rumours of a magical, ancient cypress swamp in a not-too-far-away town, and imagined that it would be the perfect place for a romantic weeknight picnic. i obviously wasn’t thinking clearly, since cypress swamps are known to be muggy and mosquito-infested, but it just seemed like such an adventure, i knew we had to do it anyway. i told boone we were going on a secret date, and that I was packing a picnic, and told him to be home by 5:30. he was totally bewildered, but got home in time last monday night to change clothes and help me load the car with the picnic basket. this is what we found:
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