How was yr weekend?
I took e.w. to the secret cove, and we saw a blue heron, and a weird black duck-type-thing that swam under water looking for fish, and then flew away.
Where's the secret cove?
all the way at the end of the lake among all the lilly pads and wilderness, where the brook empties into settling ponds, which in turn form a stream that feeds the lake. we took the canoe and quietly drifted into the majestic ambiance of my youth that is the secret cove.
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this is the subset of what goes on in my head that is fortunate enough to make the treacherous journey through the nerves in my neck, arms, and hands, down through my fingertips and onto the keyboard, through the wires, the computer, and the network, across the country on fiber optic lines, finding a permanent home in the electric memory of some server in san francisco.
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