Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Tuesday Beach Report


Gray-green water. The storm gathers itself.


One day you're standing on level ground, the next at the edge of a precipice.

Meanwhile, the flowers are drinking.



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2 comments:

It's a weird way to have a conversation. But go ahead. Then I'll find your blog (if you have one) and comment about something there. We probably won't be talking about the same thing--but I've had conversations like that, haven't you?