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fleurdelis28 and I went to Salem. Today we drove up to Portland and spent all afternoon at Two Lights State Park. None of the directions we were trying to follow precisely worked, but it didn't matter. I sat on sea-ledges until I forgot what time it was; I took off my shoes and the tide rushed into my lap. Seaweed, barnacles, fingernail mussels shining blue-black. The haze blew off and those faintly traced celadon clouds built up over the water, like reverse painting on glass. We had dinner at the extraordinary Street & Co., which we found by stopping a random passerby and asking for her recommendations on non-fried seafood; I found no pearls in my fisherman's stew, but the poached peaches for dessert probably made up for it. An ordinary-looking wine and kitchenware store turned out to sell bars of chocolate made with cinnamon, coconut, and ylang-ylang. I am now listening to the New Sadler's Wells Opera's Ruddigore (1987) and not quite winding down. Photographs were taken; of their quality I have no idea, but I will probably inflict some of them on you regardless. I am feeling a lot better than I was even this morning.
fleurdelis28 and I went to Salem. Today we drove up to Portland and spent all afternoon at Two Lights State Park. None of the directions we were trying to follow precisely worked, but it didn't matter. I sat on sea-ledges until I forgot what time it was; I took off my shoes and the tide rushed into my lap. Seaweed, barnacles, fingernail mussels shining blue-black. The haze blew off and those faintly traced celadon clouds built up over the water, like reverse painting on glass. We had dinner at the extraordinary Street & Co., which we found by stopping a random passerby and asking for her recommendations on non-fried seafood; I found no pearls in my fisherman's stew, but the poached peaches for dessert probably made up for it. An ordinary-looking wine and kitchenware store turned out to sell bars of chocolate made with cinnamon, coconut, and ylang-ylang. I am now listening to the New Sadler's Wells Opera's Ruddigore (1987) and not quite winding down. Photographs were taken; of their quality I have no idea, but I will probably inflict some of them on you regardless. I am feeling a lot better than I was even this morning.