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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With cod
Because cod is what you get in almost-November
It will be very fresh
No sand will be anywhere
Again the depletion of the lox is a natural process
Can’t mess with it
Like the dunes
And anyway you’ll be asleep
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<3 <3 <3
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Nine
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And if they come preceded by a hot lemon drink and some slightly fancy tinned fish, PERFECT.
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