blue eyes

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  1. summer, coming home from work the light on the ocean was spectacular.
    i arrived in lost creek, grabbed mom, asked her to come look at the gold sunlight with me.
    we smoked cigarettes and watched the water, the mist in the air catching the sun.
    i drank a beer and together we sat in the back hatch of the station wagon,
    laughing at our fortune: the ocean at our door.
    damn it– i miss her so hard it hurts.

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