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May 20, 2014
The wind laughs at you, flicking and passing on to something more interesting. I step out feeling the light wood bobbing off already leaving the fluid touch of foot against the seat board. The tiny boat slips away as I step onto the sand. No, I am not thinking about that other thing. I have learned that is not a good place to go. It is too much like stepping into the storm that growls around my house too much the chill in the air that signals that all things may not be as safe as they seem to be.