Wednesday, January 03, 2007

There was sand

me and weed

Back in the city.

Just this morning, and therefore less than half-a-clock-ago, there was sand beneath the feets and seaweed all about.

As ever, as I brush sand that survived a shower and flight from my cheek, the modern phenomenon of waking in a sunny place only to sleep in a bundled up-one, makes me marvel.

C - spinning to bed (where there'll be sand)

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