Time for final edits on THE OCEANS BETWEEN STARS....
Sunset in our weirwood tree.
Recipe for a Sunday: sun, market, doughnuts.
Every Friday five crates of oranges and lemons arrived from a fruiterer in New York—every Monday the same oranges and lemons left his back door in a pyramid of pulpless halves. There was a machine in the kitchen which could extract the juice of two hundred oranges in half an hour if a little button was pressed two hundred times by a butler's thumb. (limes but still) #gatsby
4th of July by the sea.