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Jul 03, 2008 19:21

my legs are like ancient roots that can reach the water table, far below the earth. I didn't realize that I monitor about 6 miles of beaches per day--which means, I walk at least 3 miles every day (divided work). I cannot recall the last time I have been this trim, or muscular.

or tan. Sunscreen does nothing. Strange bands decorate my arms, my upper thighs, collar and a funny Z mark on my feet from my sandals.

we are entering our decline in the season.

I feel odd. It is July and I am not really sure what has happened.

I have grown attached to this place. My room, the bay's view, the delectable scenery I encounter every day, Trader Joe's, the people. The fantasy has melted onto my ancient rooted feet.

well. happy fourth of july. i hope you enjoy it. please hope with me that the plovers do not die from cruel human beings or fireworks.
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