Heaven is Spelled 15 Minutes by the Potomac.

Have you ever sat at the end of the dock at the Wharf at Mount Vernon on a bench facing the water that you are just sure Washington himself relaxed on while letting the wind blow the wisps of your hair every which way but you don't care because you're slipping into a slow relaxing state that may be sleep except the air is so cool and fresh that you stay awake just to make sure you suck in every bit of it you can? Hmm. You should.

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