Spitball Army

I drove to the pool at 5:00 a.m., despite the cold and wind. By the time I arrived, the sky had begun to express itself with intermittent spittles of rain. I had nearly completed half a mile in the outdoor pool when the lifeguard shut it down.

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Turning west off the interstate, he drove straight toward the beach, a mere ten or so blocks from the highway, where the sun was beginning to sink into the ocean. The sight was stunning and humbling.

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