Yesterday was a Turkish taffy stretch of a day. collage, coffee, talk, breakfast, music, water taxi to the Pines, check out a Horace Gifford house in semi strange Escher land of neighbor hood. the kind of place you like a lot less after you think about it some. blond neighbor woman wanted company. we wanted to say see you.
back to the Grove, nap, beach, more beach. vod. A walk to the market, a visit with S along the way. he slays me. salmon and chocolate chips and lemon scones. Brian sings Tom Waits and plays guitar and auto harp. A and I talk some more. A grand time was had by all. I am cheraphobic of lately. but I deal with it even though I may not always be willing to.
Boy, the dad boys are beautiful out there angling their reedy bodies in chevron flights of fancy - all cut, smooth, sharp.
Yesterday - like I said - one hum dinger. Like Lauras a rush on rum of brush and drum.
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