A bottle of wine, a baguette, ripe cheese. Apples. In a knapsack. A spread from Sri Lanka. A guitar. A dog. A man. A woman.
High tide went to slack to low.
The wind came up.
We got back in the truck and took the long way home.
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Monday, April 2, 2007
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