down the street

sometimes i sit at home and don't go to the beach. i may not always live so close to it. i may not always live so close that i get in my car, go through a couple stop signs and there i am. the pacific ocean. as to not take advantage of this fact, nor the slowly fading summer light hours, roth and i have hit up many a beach walk at the end of a long day. one time in particular i brought her the lemon bars that i made per her request that really needed to get out of my fridge and into her hands. we sat on a rock and took a little gander at life. pretty good, pretty darn good.

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