Where I was was standing on a hill near a turnout on the PCH a little south of Stinson Beach. What I saw was moon/stars - lots gleaming ocean dark hills all around no visible signs of life What I was doing was smoking a cigarette standing there writing in my notebook What I heard was surf frogs wind gravel crunching under my feet and nothing else at all How I felt was alive cold sleepy scared? a little glad to know what that is like What I think is that the greatest moments seem to happen by accident.
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