I’ve never not lived on the edge of something. I’ve lived in broadly a dozen places with an untold subset of hathooks therein, and they’ve always been on a coast. Not by design, but by happenstance.

Though I actually can’t imagine anything more claustrophobic than living in the midst. Not having a port, an exit route, a spice tradewind of exodus.

That, and my skin is rather used to the rain. I don’t think I actually have to drink water, I think that I’ve been evolutionarily preconditioned to absorb it like the correct definition of osmosis.

I have the fabled Pacific Northwest gills, and the ability to walk in the rain and not get wet. It’s a heck of a thing to waste your superpowers on, but Aquaman is entirely hot.

Which is, the above to say, it’s raining in Tuscany.

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