today is delicious: the sun streaks brightly into the apartment, the air is warm but won't settle heavily against my skin. i wander through mission, rediscovering old paths. a 99 cents store, an aged movie theater locked and shuttered. the little vietnamese corner store packed to the ceiling with dried noodles, canned vegetables, japanese candies. the butchers ask me if i am vietnamese as i buy two pounds of ground pork.
this evening we will take the bikes down to the beach, bury our feet in the sand to keep warm, watch the sun sink below the horizon line. we will understand, almost, how so many before us thought they stood at the edge of the earth.
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