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Walking along the ocean shore, I notice how calm the waves are. There is almost no motion on the water. Off a little ways from the shore are very tall, almost perpendicular islands. I see ahead evidence in the tar road that waves have come up over the road and have actually changed the shape of the pavement. Just as I sep back from the shore a bit, a big wave comes out of nowhere over the road and misses my feet by just an inch. I laugh to myself at how lucky I am to avoid the big waves. My brother, Peter, points twenty feet down the face of the cliff we are standing on to some glittery objects stuck in the rock at the water's edge. He jumps down without a care. I follow hesitantly. the drop doesn't hurt. (Waking, I wonder if the water didn't come all the way tot he edge of the cliff, and when I jumped, I jumped in the water.) Walking up a hill covered in golden grass, like California in summer, I pass a bush which has caught fire in the heat. |
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In the Water
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First written Wed, Dec 9, 1998 Last published Wed, Jun 2, 1999 |
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