Easter - an actual tradition, or just one conjured out of happiness, lust and happenstance - One year (an early one, dear heart) when all our sons and daughters had something else to do on Easter Sunday and we found ourselves all alone in the cold, watching the waves, at Ocean Beach State Park (NJ) and we. ...
and...
Again,
it was/is always perfect. Even more so this year. The air and light were better and I created a new piece of art in my head. . .
Darling, darling.
How can we do better than this?
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love you, Boyo!
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