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Thursday |
| matt got in touch,
asked if i wanted to get poke. i said yes, let's eat it on the boat. we didn't get poke but we did eat sandwiches on the boat. haven't left the slip yet but i'm on my way to being a pirate, came close to having this bird sit on my shoulder. well, not that close, but that floaty feeling of bobbing on the water puts me in mind of daydreams, poems... the lake touches the cut touches the sound touches the wide ocean and with that i sense the potential of living wild and free, a speck adrift. |