....which will then become winter. The morning glorys I planted on our roof in Spring are all withered, yet they are still flowering like crazy. I was sort of sad yesterday, but I have to keep in mind how much I love the change of seasons.
Fall is prime surfing season on the East Coast. Would a special homie be up for a trip Sunday?
"Surf and Destroy", by Bl'ast!, Santa Cruz, 1987
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