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Lost in Marin

May 12, 2003
11:44 pm

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
  gravel crunching under my feet
  and nothing else at all

How I felt was alive
  scared? a little
  glad to know what that is like

What I think is that the greatest moments seem to happen by accident.