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02.16.02back&
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i woke up at eight oh one and left at eight oh eight. he woke me up, so nicely, calling me cookie. we drove down winding roads and smiled, listening to hard rock and salsa and oldies. there were all the muted tones of a soft, quiet day.. rain had fallen and everything looked quietly blurry. there was some lush greenery peeking through the charred remains of trees and shrubs. we went to our apartment at the reef, where my abuelos are staying, enjoying spa treatments and water aerobics, only a golf car ride away. it felt like panama: warm, humid, beautiful after the rain. under strong protest, i wahed lots of dishes and mopped the floors. we're selling the apartment, i'm not very attached to it. on the car ride over, we spoke of houses and circles and all the memories we have lived and loved. we loved halfway road, and harbor green.
after stopping for a quick bagel (i ran out in the light rain), we critiqued some beautiful photograhy and i took notes on a spiral bound book with a cover that has an emerson quote. he got me a pen when i forgot. i learned more about f stops and apertures, depth of field and speed.
im typing from the laptop he passed on to me. its fun to type on it. and all day i have felt like skipping. i'm being called to dinner. i wish you all the joy you can wish.
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