dear diary ~

in the fiat, north of point reyes, heading south

impenetrable fog breaks away briefly

and occasionally to reveal a hint of coast and sky.

all the way down to town, where we stop for coffee and wine, the fog.

was i there? there are no pictures.

be clever. say it well. let the images speak for themselves—

but in the end there must be more than fog.

friday 12 13 19

p. s. addendum to credo: banish "should" from lexicon

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