BEACH
(Jane, Jill & I at l'Hermitage)
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where you can exist in
slow humidity, dripping from the exertion of standing still where cockroaches as big as your ear and lime tinted geckos, finger-like scuffle and slither on every surface through your windows in your shoes on the ceiling above your bed where its people drive you two hours out of their way on a highway that pitches and swerves in standstill traffic |
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