we had been tricked by spring, a little bit.  except for that one weekend, we set up camp on the black beach and we woke up to the swell, soft and deep just outside the doors.  we wandered down after coffee, march waves, and my bikini even made an appearance.  so long, since then it's been back to the blankets.

i can barely stand to stare at a screen these days. end of the day, no more! my eyes yell.
and so i don't.

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