This afternoon,
chriscrick took me and
hans_the_bold out sailing on the Long Island Sound. We worked the jib; he had the mainsail and steered. The sky was summer-swimming blue and the wind was steady, and the sea was sunlit green and there were seals on the rocks. Drifts of rust-colored seaweed floated past in the water. There is salt crystallized in my hair and my right hand is blistered; I went barefoot until we got back to campus, and my corduroys are soaked through at the knees. I am much, much better.
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- 1: Trying my best to arrive
- 2: And where the arrow leads, you never know
- 3: The earth is too smart for us to break through
- 4: Cigarette, Alka-Seltzer, career to the back of the place
- 5: So can we say we'll never say the classic stuff, just show it?
- 6: Did karma do you justice when you're down and out and lost?
- 7: The rose will grow on ice before we change our mind
- 8: I can see the alchemy
- 9: Is it the lustre of immortality?
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