31 january

 the bitter cold has kept me indoors

and i begin to feel the loss of the natural world as my constant companion

there is a stirring within me 

to walk the beaches and the small woods of this rather tiny island

exploring the lines of the horizon

the lines of dawn

the lines of the Atlantic as it laps the shore

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 across the street at dog beach a small dingy washed up on shore during the nor'easter

we had just after New Years

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 many years ago another storm washed up the big wooden structure in the foreground

the semi-circular pieces you see are for holding some type of oars

I have no idea what it once was

i tell the boys it is part of an old pirate ship

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the very first house you can see, the green one, is our house

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the market was on my list of things to do yesterday

the list i put aside in favor of searching through every single drawer and file

for a single piece of paper that, as it turns out, we never had to begin with

the market is on my list of things to do again today

it will be much more difficult to fit in though

and i will be hungry as i shop because

there is nary a crumb of food in the house


leading lines at

my town shoot out

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