15 August 2008. Gray hills at dawn, misty beard. Single black crow, wings wide, dipping. Ying at pool, wide smile, "It's Friday..."
But Friday? Sounds of bus and truck continuity, up and down the hill. Lee in straw hat, sprightly, pushing her remnants cart, bumpy roll. Resolute figure on old bike, lower lip pushed forward, curly hair with gray... An urban algebra...
Opening to the sea...
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