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Made me think of the fish and the boyz who love to borrow 'em out of the river for pictures. It was about 68º out, with puffs of cloud and squalls of fog and banks of pearly sky thoughts and rays of sun broiling the ocean surface. Every green you can't even think up in every different thickness, everywhere, and everybody, even an exhaust encrusted transient, was smiling and mellow and polite and helpful. You just can't get to awful no matter what on days like this.
always and any time....
