we were living in a small house on a narrow strip of beach in virginia. there was a cabana closet filled with second-hand sun-dresses and a murphy bed. the kitchen was tiled in pale, powdery blue. as dusk came down, we swam in the rising ocean. it was february but because it was a dream, the water was warm. we weren't back together but she was receptive to my careful advances...
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