14 August 2008. Morning sun. Shiny Dodge pickup lurching slowly into 7-eleven lot, cab rocking side to side as small dark-haired driver negotiates white asphalt speed bump.
Long lines of off-shore break. Glassy waves, darkening towards the center, curling outwards, cutting on the diagonal. Low-flying ocean birds, clusters of five or six or seven, their smooth meandering lineup just along the crest. The gray pelican.
Return.
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