Monday, July 23, 2012

7/21/12

They stare at you as you lay your blanket down next to theirs. It's strange, they think, that you're there. But why is that? They're there too. Why is your arrival so strange? You're stared at like a shiny new penny until your luster wears off and they go back to staring at the water. Suddenly you're less interesting.

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