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Saturday |
| I don't know why it took forever but it wasn't until today that a dream was finally realized--to row in a rowboat upon Lake Union. It was relatively new dream, humble in aspect, but still it took inordinately long to fulfill. And now what? What do you call a memory of a dream? Is it the same as a plain old memory? Or is it more like a movie you've heard about but never seen? Nothing long and purposeful for me. Kayaks are too intent; canoes tippy. Besides, in those cases you're paddling, not rowing. Which is fine. For them. Gimme a dinghy, six-pack, and two friends and we'll show this lake a good time. Police be damned. |
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