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Half Moon Bay

Some days the sun rises on the wrong side of my bed.  My mom says I just got up

on the wrong side and she knows because she is left-handed and does everything    

Just a little backwards. Anyways the days I am talking about are days that seem to be

 

unanchored and drifting like a kite without a tail.  It shuffles one way and then another

looking for its younger brother who also has no tail which he lost covering that ghastly

storm in the South Pacific last Fall which stalled all the ships on their way to Half Moon

Bay.

 

I have a friend who has a calendar written in braille, says he can predict a storm brewing

Before the professional guy on TV who squeezes his predictions out of a plastic

Talking piece with tiny holes for air for the guy downstairs that has the duty that day!



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