One has just been sent out as a biblical dove, has found nothing green, and slips back
into the darkness of the ark -- Kafka

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Celebrating a Host of Things

Started off with Bucks in Sunset Beach (I didn't notice the barista from elsewhere because her hair was bobbed -- eventually her voice convinced me of our past connection, which she remembered: three petite vanilla bean scones and a grande bold).

Sun-up at Bolsa Chica (Ol' Nessy or Gothic Swimmer -- take your pick -- is still holding the pose).

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