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again to the sea

I went down to watch the ocean this morning - well, Long Island Sound anyway. My last chance for a while, classes start tomorrow. I wonder sometimes how I can be refreshed by that gray, drizzly, melancholy harbor - locked in winter’s intemperate grip - but I am. The salty air seems thicker and richer, the sky bigger and wilder. There’s the relaxing sound mix of wave and gull. The ugly brown pelicans arguing like old, married couples, as a lone fisherman, in his yellow macintosh slicker, sorts his boat lines under the watchful, hopeful, hungry eyes of floating black-backed gulls. Maybe I should become a sailor? Besides, I hear it’s a great way to meet guys.

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Date: 1/24/2022 10:52:00 AM
Do you know Apaches orginate from "White Changing Woman" who rose from the sea in an abalone shell? There seems to be a bit of a mermaid in every woman . . . .
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Date: 1/25/2022 4:40:00 AM
Interesting, i didn’t know that. I’m not sure I know anyone who doesn’t like the beach.