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Tired of the crowds? Take a load off. Enjoy the post.

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If ever there was a time for action, it’s passed.

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Gone down for holiday.  Check back in a few revolutions.

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1.9.24

She felt sick and turned over to feel a cooler pillow on her furrowed brow where coconut scented oil sunk into the cotton beach blanket squeezed between the world and her face.

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1.9.23

Horizons swooned, perpetually motive, twenty feet above their heads and ten thousand leagues below the soles of their sunburnt feet.

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Ah, the glory and weight of the enviable, loathsome center.

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1.9.22

On a boat they burned in the gulf sun, her father and brother first, then Addy, the two of them cast off into a salty blue-grey brine, never-ending.

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1.9.21

And she drifted back to the other side of the double-paned window, through the sweaty condensation, sliding down where blue skies fall into the sea.

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Victory and defeat taste the same once drowned in the sour and broken hollandaise of popular opinion.

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