I’m sitting so close to the window that my tea fogs the glass. Wool socks making their seasonal debut. A rainbow of bluey-gray painting the horizon, interrupted only by the occasional turbulence-traversing gull, and whitecaps clamoring over one another before reaching for the shoreline — extending only so far before releasing to where they’ve come from…
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