A DANDELION IS POPPING UP

I am in the calm before the storm. The sun is up, the breeze has no bite, and the swell is microscopic. It won’t last for long. Everything is about to wake up in a salt and sour mood. And I have an absolute splitting headache over the thought of it all. I’m on the...

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