she soon became bone from the fish and the foam

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“Nobody swims up here,” said my godmother, when she took me to the beach on my last afternoon in California. Ha – Skye [surname redacted] swims anywhere. Fifty-degree waves? Balmy, when you’re from Vermont. Janice was happy to perch on a rock in her windbreaker; I pranced in the surf, feeling like Lewis and/or Clark. When I stripped to bra and panties and dove all the way in, no one was surprised. Then – back to Janice’s house in Occidental, dress in the dryer, and a few sushi rolls before boarding the Petaluma airport shuttle.

The me in these pictures doesn’t know she’s about to take the worst red-eye ever, complete with Chicago layover and vomitous turbulence. No matter – the Pacific is enough joy for one day.specificIX specificspecificVIII specificII specificIII specificXII specificXIII specificXIV specificVII specificXVI specificXVII

Author: skye

I aspire to be a bright-eyed girl in a big city, even though I wear glasses and live in what amounts to a hole in the ground.

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