whitworth commune?

I went to Whidbey for the weekend. Meals homecooked by friends. Midnight Pinochle. Amelie. Late night beach runs. Almost late night skinny dips. Almost. Endless nerts. Reading. Reading. Reading. Poetry. Talk all night. Hearts illuminated in dark.

And last night, sat in fog, listened to lowtide, talked to Jesus. I love Jesus a lot. I love the water too, but not quite as much.
Can't really describe how I love the water. Here's my fourth try:

Screw sappy; simply: this is home.
Beside the water, he restores my soul.


Now... get back on the carosel.

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I'm always excited when I get a new book. But too often I open it and all the hope the cover gave me gets swallowed in empty words.

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My footsteps made last night changed the beach, left a trail and are
gone.

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Most of the pictures I take are of people walking away.
I don't want to know why.

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Incomplete thoughts.
Are all I have time. (patience, energy)
For.
All I can.
Capture.