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this morning mark woke me up at 5 to say goodbye. he left. i cried. wandered to the deck to smoke a cigarette.
and fuck it was breathtaking. a greenish fog had settled over the ocean badly concealing dozens of fishing boats. as the sun rose it too seemed sleepy. and soon enough i could see the fishermen leaning over their wooden decks drinking styrofoam cups of coffee, pulling on their morning cigarettes. and so we sat.
too soon it seemed, the fishing boats had gone home, the sleepy son had grown strong and scours of kids from other states littered the beach. i went back to sleep.
and fuck it was breathtaking. a greenish fog had settled over the ocean badly concealing dozens of fishing boats. as the sun rose it too seemed sleepy. and soon enough i could see the fishermen leaning over their wooden decks drinking styrofoam cups of coffee, pulling on their morning cigarettes. and so we sat.
too soon it seemed, the fishing boats had gone home, the sleepy son had grown strong and scours of kids from other states littered the beach. i went back to sleep.