

The Perfect Afternoonthe chill of the waters jarred my bones, and my toes grappled for some kind of hold on that too-smooth rock. i probably looked like some kind of idiot, waddling bow-legged, straddling a dark crack in the river bottom.The Perfect Afternoon
who knows how it felt to you. probably like home, or something close to it. you glided with ease through the waves, gracefully carrying your camera attached to its bulky tripod.
we never noticed it happen, but we had adjusted to the river's temperature. still, i felt awkward the whole time. and you continued to look glam
Paul
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