fog
clouds
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WATER
You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall
fog
clouds
ICE
WATER
the worst of two ideas
yes, more than worse
you forker
An afternoon at the beach.
Sunday noon with my darlings at Lobster in the Rough.
Dining in the Smoking Garden.
Even not having to drive anywhere, especially when it’s snowing and the wood fire’s just right.
Curled up with a good book.
time’s fun when you’re halving flies
SPICE
SPIKE
I’m sorry about what you’re inheriting. I’m sorry about the parts we’ve messed up.
It’s not all our fault. We were too trusting, for one thing. And so green, as in naive.
Looking around, we see too many old losers and the sense of hippie as essentially a girl thing.
A sense of betrayal, futility.
It was a youth movement. That’s what you need to know about it.
As for the other options?
this place is littered with islands
but not Toothache Bay
CAUGHT BETWEEN TWO WORLDS (of) UNFINISHED BUSINESS