GETTING IT RIGHT

I spilled these flat-smooths out of a tea bowl also found on the shore, and I played with them for a while. Even as a child I gathered stones. My mother refused to replace the metal lunchbox I ruined by carrying rocks home. And all these years later I am still carrying rocks home.

Rocks, cougars, the Tortilla Race, ordering online, and typos.

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NORTH

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In the morning on tide-swept sand, we recognize footprints of local humans we can name and coyote, raccoons, deer, and various birds we cannot name.

Yesterday morning we walked north nearly to Arcadia Beach. This morning we walked from the north to Cape Falcon. Continue reading