Out on the mudflat, mulling over mudthings. The tide is about to turn. Hitch up your pants and head for the beach.
She looks empty.
Pablo, Yes she does, which is odd, because 15 miles upriver is the dock where cars from Asia are unloaded.
Oh, I was waiting to see a bird fly over or something else from nature with a red stripe on it. Guess it was just a boat kind of day, not a bird one.
Karen, I like to mix things up a bit, plus that boat was a bit hard to ignore.
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