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I should be writing but in my defense, I was up before seven this morning, walked Doe on the beach at six-thirty, wrote two pages before nine. Two pages is a good day’s work for me. Another beautiful day here. It’s almost too beautiful. This is a dream. I am that woman, sitting with her dog on the beach. The sun glinting on the water. I want to absorb it, take it into me, and back to New York when I go.

class="entry-utility"> class="entry-meta"> class="meta-sep">by class="author vcard">LoriC class="meta-prep meta-prep-author">Posted on title="6:40 am" rel="bookmark">class="entry-date">July 31, 2013 This entry was posted in Life. Bookmark the title="Permalink to New Suffolk" rel="bookmark">permalink.
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