Friday, August 6, 2010

July 1st

He told me he'd drive me to Toele if I had time.

Past the city, past the lake, past the drive-in movies. We sat and talked in a small town parking lot.
On the way back we stopped at a gas station for sodas and candy. Ten minutes later, he pulled off the highway and turned out towards the lake.

Everything was hot. And white-- framed in blue. The sky the sea. The salted sand.

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