A Stuga On the Cusp of the Orust Riviera, tucked away next to a hobbit hole in the woods.
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All truth passes through three stages.Opening of the Prologue: It’s Labor Day at Lake Apache when Natalie Merian climbs the ladder of the massive cabin cruiser. The noise level on board is like a concert. Most of the people by her guess are college age, a few years older than her at least. She tries not to be intimidated. Her friends, Mayra and Mike follow close behind and step on board the deck of the white and brown vessel, anchored close to the North shore. The sun is shining on a cloudless day, one hundred degrees and the alcohol seems endless, with four coolers open, frosted cans and bottles passed around with jovial acclaim.
First, it is ridiculed.
Second, it is violently opposed.
Third, it is accepted as being self-evident.
Arthur Schopenhauer, German philosopher

Page 141: The landscaping is well manicured and in full bloom this time of year. The trees are lush with green. Violet, red, and blue flowers dance about in the easy breeze. There is an enormous Palo Verde toward the center, behind the stone sign for the complex. I breathe deeply, hoping that the peacefulness of the morning air and nature in motion will calm me. The air is perfect, the sky clear, yet in my head war ensues, killing all in it’s path.
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