A BlueJay in a murder​

Went on a trip. The beach was beautiful as all beaches are. Met great people and hung with great friends.

Jumping rope in teams, never my main source of being. Finding paths in the rain alone mostly my way. One finger holding on to Alec’s raincoat a lighthouse.

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