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Saturday, August 20, 2005


Last night, surrounded by my favorite music, we rested under a huge canopy while the heavy white moon glowed above.

We ate chowder and walked by the docks; we laughed and sang and danced. When the August wind blew cold on the backs of our necks, we huddled together for warmth.

To my left, a parental couple kissed like hormonal teenagers. We grinned at one another; the music was friendly and contagious.


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