franklin plaza, massachusetts. june 2008, 3:00 pm.
summer has been a lot of work and play, and i'm so sorry i haven't written or posted, so please come back, it won't happen again. seriously.
i finally have two weeks away from distraction in this little fishing house i've gotten to know so well over the last ten years. a heron just flew from the creek i can see from my window and i'm sunburnt and it's ten am and the heavy morning fog is just being burned off.
and it's so far from my job and my studies and my life that i can choose to care about it or not, and see it from way over here, miniature and easy. i guess that's the true function of a vacation. not to forget, but just to separate, and push all the war-pieces around on the war-board, carefree planning of the serious in the luxury of the round room, my arena these few square miles of sand and scrubby pine and mud and everything i love floating in the ocean. what a war-room. and the sun is out and the fog burned off and i'm gone to think about nothing i used to, everything i should.
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