Left Behind

Today's trash at the beach was worse than usual because of the holiday weekend. Plastic pails in every imaginable color. Bits of paper and plastic. Watermelon rinds. A wardrobe of single shoes in various colors and sizes. Half bottle of vodka, red plastic straws. Juice boxes and popcorn tubs. And three pairs of pants. That is one scenario that I don't care to imagine.
And yet. And yet the sound of the ocean is soothing and healing. The waves break gently, birds patrol the seaweed. I breathe it all in.


Hipstamatic: Jane lens; Dylan film

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