The place demands Hermetism.
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A solid review of my apartment by Cassie, who kept a steady eye on my books while I was in Olympia last week, chasing my best friend’s toddler across the family farm, foraging for Chanterelles beneath Pacific pines, reading about Socialism, writing longhand about love and turning another year older—happily.
(Cue Lilith Fair soundtrack. No, wait—Sleater Kinney. I was in Oly, after all. And I wasn’t *that* happy. No, wait—yes I was.)
