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shared
some cheesebread Sarah bought at nearby
pizzeria.
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I felt
lucky when I found two chips on the sidewalk
outside Viking Fire Foundry. I jammed them
randomly
in the sand at the pocket beach across from
Gordo's
right next door to the Elks' where the tide
was so far out
we saw 10 feet of exposed mussels clinging
to hollow pilings.
It was more or less by chance.
Steve, Jed, John Berry, crow, seagull
and inquisitive goose.
The water lapped the shore as if it didn't
care.
Steve says now that orcas are dying off,
great white sharks are
setting up shop in Puget Sound. The 5:19 sun
burned through
like bulletholes in a darkroom wall. We ate
and drank such
luxury: fried clams, french fries, grilled
cheese.
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