8.09.2005
On the fly
This is the kind of writing I love. Compact and dense, no longer than it needs to be, written by someone who is trying to recapture a whole sea of experience, and distill it into something that has the whiff of the emotion and intensity he felt, like the way you can almost taste the ocean when you drink a clams' liquor.
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