Wednesday, April 08, 2009

Strait Stuff

On the silent rise in the pines overlooking the tidal beach, we could pee in the lee of the fir tree without losing sight of the kiting Osprey at hand or the sound of wave-washed pebbles below. Thick duff and wild rose held the bluff at bay while scent of pitch oozed down.

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