We took a jaunt down the river yesterday. The seagulls must be as impacted by these troubled economic times as the rest of us, because the followed us the entire way - begging like thieves. Park and her friend took pity on them and threw them English muffin bits. The wind was fluky - at times so light our forward momentum was imperceptible and the headsail flogged. It was a nice little adventure and it felt good to breathe in salt air, feel the sun on the cheek bones and the wind in the hair.
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