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Friday |
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one of the longest days of the year it's only
appropriate to take an extended lunchbreak. We pretend it's Spain, minus siesta, carve time out of the workday to live and breathe. We roll two cigarettes, walk two blocks to the water. The tide's way out. We clamber onto barnacled jetty, kept company by two fat gulls. A falcon swoops over the water. It was good to see the Sound so alive. The longer we sat, the more we saw: sea snail, large school of small fish, a pair of camouflaged flounder creeping the bottom, a big crab feeding its way over the boulders, a darting eel, and a man and dog out for a walk. This time it's the man wears the leash. |
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