A Three Hour Tour

["Better to quietly marvel and surf our ripple through to the end of its soft, undulating folds." Lovely, and true. However, sometimes the ripples turn into swells, which turn into dark, sickmaking chasms of waves. When life's ocean is tossing you from heights to depths, and your little dinghy feels as though it might capsize, one would welcome a little meaning as one would landfall at a friendly port.]

[I'm just saying, sometimes the sea ain't so pretty.]

[('m dying to know who "she" is, by the way. I think it was Chloe; John's been agitating for us to get a dog for years...)]

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