The vines are overgrowing my hammock. I lay in it to watch Generation Kill. The nights are filled with mosquito coil smoke. The sky is a dark grey with a little pink. My boss is going to Ghana. She giggled and jiggled like a small girl when she found out. I found a rat trying to get into my room. They're taking over. Rats and vines.
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the cliff house is such a wonderful hideaway on the bay. there used to be this tiny museum that had nickelodeons and curious entertainment machines of the early 1900's.... its sadly closed now but there is still a wonderful look out point to the ocean.
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