| 第 1 页：英语原文 |
| 第 2 页：中文翻译 |
Back in 1994, I was seriously dating a guy who was of Cherokee descent. We rented a little cottage on a river up in northern California, near Bodega Bay. It was a rustic little place, on stilts, with a balcony that wrapped around it. The interior was filled with antiques and was very charming. There were lots of old mirrors in the place of every shape and size. Anyway, we were really delighted with the place, as it had a lot of charm and a nice fireplace and full kitchen. I felt a little strange and creepy, but shrugged it off.
