I walked out after the moon tonight and followed it to the shore. A quiet shore, just feet of sand hidden under rolls of coarse sea grass. The wavelets twist and bind this grass into strands, and the strands splice in the shallows to form mats and cables, and like long braids of hair, this black sea grass marks the swaying handshake of lagoon and
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How are you?
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When you recover from jet lag we should chat it up.
I'm in NH for another week and a half or so.
hope your flight is dandy!
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But in that stereotypical urban lawn, great oaks stretch upward scraping for stars. Pines pose against the fading blue with perfect posture. Lightning bugs dance, wishing to be amongst the those sky diamonds. So many trees, I can barely see the whole sky, but those faithful stars peek between the branches, seeking me out. Orion, Draco and others winked at me from on high; glittering smiles seeming to mock this mortal's existence.
And I thought to myself, Yep. It's just me and the lightning bugs.
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