The sea tastes different here. Warm and briny like oversalted soup. Saltier than what I'm used to. I could be wrong but that was my first impression the first time I inhaled a mouthful of ocean. Stinging my senses. A tastebud surprise. I thought to myself...this can't be healthy.
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May 3, 2016
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The sparrows are shaking things up. The tree limb outside my window is dancing to an imaginary breeze. The frenzied chirping concealed amidst the leaves reveals the source...
Excitedly my lovebirds egg them on.
It makes for amusing entertainment...
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May 2, 2016
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There's no wind in the air. It's stifling. Certain smells just linger as if they too don't want to move in this heat. I think the dry season here is unbearable and I hate it. I wish for rain every day. I wish for June...
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May 1, 2016
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