Of This, I Am Sure by NATALIA BADGER
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f I ever get out of this city, I shall live a little life that is slow and soft. I am sure of it. I shall rest my feet in the meadows of the Swedish Lapland and host my book club amidst lush woodland beside a glacial creek the color of fresh milk. We’ll talk about Proust and revel in the beauty of our surroundings but mostly
just drink rosé. I shall plant a not-so-great berry garden which I will water every morning and in the spring I will pluck not-so-ripe blueberries right off their bushes. Although it will not be the best berry garden in the world, it will be my own, and that will be reason enough to cherish it.