Cloudy. After Martha's Vineyard, noticing the "high season" in rural Vermont. Tents in the neighbor's back yard, picnic tables on the lawn, slides that empty into ponds. Yesterday was a steamy one. Every time I went into the men's room at work my hair looked frizzier than the time before. By the end of the day I looked like Harpo Marx.
Oblivious
to the gaze of the thief:
Melons in cool shade.
Issa
Zen page a day calendar
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