Looking for Arthur’s Seat, Finding Magic

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Sometimes, when I am very lucky, my life feels magic.

This week has been dreary in Charlotte—rain and gloom and just cold enough to shiver inside your raincoat. Naturally, I thought of that time in college when I got a chance to backpack around the U.K. solo. (The weather was often like this.) Specifically, I remembered that time I wandered out of Edinburgh’s Holyrood Palace and was like, Hey, Holyrood’s Park is right there. Doesn’t it have a place called Arthur’s Seat?

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The fog was thick. Y...