This Way, This Good
Hard, hot light by ten a.m., windows ricocheting sun, concrete incandescent, even blacktop white. No day to stay in the city. Tackle chosen, we drive south and west, right angles giving way to round, to hills that fall away to…
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wave machine
....the waves should rise and fall, and ebb and flow unceasingly; Moby Dick - Chapter CXI
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