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the parking lot empty.
save the hiker
and the pickup of the other guy.
walk and talk.
mindless chatter about Hawaii, cold water and the like.
but otherwise taciturn and solemn.
stepping in admiration of how a tree can gather such an enormous amount of moss.
first view of the water revealed an empty sight.
save shifty windless waves.
no classes.
no "sorry i got in the way "bro""
no howling dogs.
no leathery middle aged women languid in the sand.
the day left us temperate.
and content.
sated on empty lefts and rights
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