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In Which Nothing Much Happens, Which Is Nice
August 4, 2007 by Mike
Domburg
Not a cloud in the sky. ALL DAY.
I walk to the beach. I lie on the beach. I eat lunch.. or rather drink lunch.
I walk home. I get ridiculously lost.
This may be partly because of lunch.
I find the hammock many miles later. I shower. I crack open a beer.
I smile a deeply contented smile.
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