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March 11, 2015

Salt In The Air

The old man and the sea…the Hemingway mystique. It’s the salt in the air and the crash of the surf. The skies becoming as gray as your beard. It’s the ice in the glass. It’s finishing a fifth because…well, you want to. The words come easier… if the ideas are not quite coherent. The tap, tap, tap of the old typewriter. Stumble back to the room with the torn screens on the windows. Kick the sand out of your shoes. Find that beef jerky. Do it all over again tomorrow.