Real waves

The chilling wind is familiar, but not the huge waves. Aki wouldn’t like it here. She wouldn’t even bother to watch the turkey vultures hovering as if on strings in the wind or the seals asleep on the beach , doing great imitations of rounded rocks.

The little dog is back home in Juneau. I am standing above a Monterey California beach, trying to shelter behind a cypress tree.

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