here's to opening and upward, to leaf and to sap
and to your(in my arms flowering so new)
self whose eyes smell of the sound of rain
-e. e. cummings
Monday, January 24, 2005
The ocean
This was the view of the ocean from the beginning of the bike path, where the taxi dropped me off. I had my little McDonalds coffee an bagel listening to the waves.
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