Tomorrow morning will be the first time that my slumber is not broken from the noises of horse shoes clip clopping down the street, the cannon or rifle firing at Fort Mackinac, or a loud TOOT of a ferry leaving the docks. When you can say that you pretty much know your summer was anything but ordinary. After living on Mackinac Island for almost
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