It's a dark and stormy night on Mackinac Island. It's a perfect night for ghosts, really, and since our house is built on land where a cemetery once stood, (and where they DID NOT REMOVE THE BODIES WHEN THEY MOVED THE HEADSTONES), let's all hope it's sans ghoulies and ghosties and things that go bump in the night. (Other than drunk boys from Grand
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