Got off the farm today and off to Arcata to sit in the sauna a long, hot time. The hot tub/sauna place there has a fabulous little cedar cafe with magazines and a fire and a cat, and homemade soups.
After, I drove north to Trinidad with Nicki and Em. We left Jon off in Eureka to do his writerly thing. I wore ankle boots all day. So that I could walk like a lady on the cliffside paths that led to the surf break, and the boulders and the sea.
I left part of my heart there, on the coast with those sexy surfer boys, the friendly locals, all that rolling fog and the cabin that I'm meant for, somewhere under the redwood trees where the buoy bells ring the waves crash you to sleep and the words are waiting, like fruit plucked clear out of the miracle air.
I left part of my heart there, on the coast with those sexy surfer boys, the friendly locals, all that rolling fog and the cabin that I'm meant for, somewhere under the redwood trees where the buoy bells ring the waves crash you to sleep and the words are waiting, like fruit plucked clear out of the miracle air. 
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