wiredfool

Right around midsummers, the evenings grow very long out here. Golden Gardens becomes quite an attraction, there being some mystical connection between sand, fire, and beer. Cellphones too, as quite a few people were wandering around with one stuck to their ear. The most overheard conversation was: ‘Dude, where are you?’

Looking out to the mountains, in the fading light of the sunset.
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Looking back to the boats in the marina.
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