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i think i have to; cause i always have. the salt tinge was beautiful, clean, refreshing.
the moon and water; driving along lincoln memorial late at night with my paul after band practice. the full moon revealing the little waves the lake did make. comfortable silence. with him, i could be just what i am. i miss driving on the lake with him.
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funny though
i don't like to be IN water
irrational fear
but i did almost drown as a fetus, the cord wrapped around. sometimes i think freud wasn't far off.
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my mother and i are the same in this capacity.
she is moving back from arizona soon.
as a cancer she says she needs to be by the water.
when i was living with her in arizona after the hospital i felt dried up.....
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i have a lot of pisces in my secondary chart
my pisces horoscope last week was eerily accurate
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on a day like today sucks
humidity
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just let go
undertow
out to sea
thee and me
forever trapped
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it smells like shit along lincoln memorial this time of year, the sun cooking the sewage into a stinky e coli soup. swimming not allowed. not as stinky as in years past; not much of a heat wave this summer.
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she says she must.
from a line stolen from a great poet,
her justification is just that:
the ocean teaches her.
and she can come up with thousands of reasons to justify justification.
and that is that
and this is it.
i should learn how to swim.
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always have
seems like
always will
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I was born in Minnesota but grew up primarily in the desert until about 22 years old. I visited MN and other places often enough to call them home too, but I was most comfortable in the dry hot desert with the seasonal rivers that came with monsoons. I felt a craving sometimes though, in the desert, for plant life and the ocean. I thought if I ever lived near the ocean I would be there every day and as often and for as long as I possibly could be.I was in love with the ocean and the idea of someday living next to it.
Well, now I live 3 or 4 blocks from the ocean and docks, close enough to walk or bike to a beach, a bike or bus ride away from a few neat sea side places. I don't really go there on purpose very often though. I walk to work and see it on my way, see it from the hill tops, smell it, feel the mist it sends inland.
Maybe it's just that all of these places are full of people, and not mostly interesting people I'd like to befriend, but mostly loud sunscreen scented, cigarette smoking, layed out on towels in such numbers they're like sloppy flore tiles...kind of people.
I had always imagined a quiet, empty, cloudy beach with gentle waves and chunks of shell in pebble like sand.
I lived near beaches like that for a while too, I went more often on purpose, I did love it, but I feelike I should have gone more, that the me I was before would have gone, and I was pretty wise back then, as we age, our wisdom changes, and get's neglected in times of stress.
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flore tiles? FLOOR. I even "corrected" it when I was typing. "flor? no that's wrong... flore is right." I believed "flore" was the correct spelling for long enough not to correct it : P ha ha ha
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