I want to call uncle mercy, I want to say I can't do my job any longer. I want to go to the beach in strappy sandals and have lunch and stare at the ocean. I want to drink a glass of wine. I want not to feel like I am so under pressure to be all, do all - all of the time. Wanderlust begs me to fly somewhere exotic and get off the plane and start completely over. Wanna come?
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Hey! I recognize this picture. And I will be on that beach this coming week for razor clams on the really big minus tides.
Beautiful photo, N.G.
Thank you Gawpo - how exciting my very first comment! I am honored and wish I was going to be razor clamming with you. ~
Tote! I am going Thursday. And Friday. And Saturday. And Sunday.
To err is human,
to clam is divine.
yeah i'll go. but i hate flying, now that it's become such a hassle. i'm taking a boat. see you there.
yes please...will gawpo be flying us?
i'd love to go.
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