I had no inkling of just how far the plates of our continents would crack
This week having in the main sucked on ice, I am on Cape Cod drinking hot water with lemon from a tall mug hand-painted with a sea-green octopus and the call sign for WCAI. The hope for the next couple of days is a profound amount of nothing, with sea. I have already eaten some slightly fancy tinned fish.

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Can’t mess with it
Like the dunes
And anyway you’ll be asleep
An hour through my alarm! There is thin sunlight watering on the deck and a mysterious track of salt and sand across the kitchen.
*hugs*
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Anyway, high tide is eightish and I hope it is near and loud enough for you to hear and bask in the sound. *hugs*