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On top of Rigi Kulm
I would never just show up and demand anything, no matter how American I might be
New England Beach
Cool water washing over my feet. Cottony clouds crossing a deep blue sky. Sailboats off in the distance. A belly full of fried clams. I must be at the beach.
Will Clint Eastwood be waiting for us,
an open bottle of whiskey in his hand?
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There is no way to get to where we think we need to be without swimming through that crowd.