Monday, October 09, 2006


I loved the way the water lapped over me. This was the penultimate “cozy” experience; being tucked into the ocean, waves forming blankets—being quilted into the throws of sparkling white crests and other toothpaste aesthetics. I lay quiet, in a mock alligator pose, trying to gently coax myself (through stillness) to synchronize with the ocean’s rhythm.


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