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The Beach

Meditation

Watching new humans evolve from single-celled organisms in the ocean right before my eyes. There goes one climbing up on the beach just now.

The beach in Winter is like the Mall in the morning -- people walking. Except you can bring your dog. And there are waves, and seagulls. And the sound of waves instead of footsteps and piped-in musak.

As I learned from philosophy: any two things are identical except for the differences.

 

 

 

Standing, Walking, Watching


The van, the sand, the birds.





 

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