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Picture
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Tuesday
August 5, 2025
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you gaze upon the sea, what you're looking at is
a graveyard that doesn't give up its dead
easily. what it takes, it keeps. but i still believed i had a chance of finding my sunken sunglasses. all week, i'd been waiting for my opportunity--smoke-free skies, calm water, and low-low tide was what i'd need to conduct a snorkel sweep and this morning's conditions were peak. to stop leaks, i considered shaving off the mustache part of my beard, like that guy on the penny, but then i figured, how bad could it be? well, the facemask filled almost instantly. undeterred, i deposited the gear on shore and started wading back in, oddly confident i would find them, as if i'd already seen this movie. and there they were, in waist-deep water, as if waiting for me. it came so easy, the opposite of an anxiety dream. |
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