How did Colette get fat on shellfish? She said they were impossible to resist.
Unrelated, but I'm reading Barbara Henning's You, Me, and the Insects.
The beach was beautiful this afternoon. I'm trying to give in to the beauty of the beach. I'm convinced that experiencing beauty is bad for my poems. But I'm good at finding horrible things, even while at the beach on a Saturday.
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I'm telling you, that was one scary nun.
Don't blame the beauty of the beach you beast!
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