Wednesday, June 11, 2014

On a mooring at Man O War Cay in the Abacos.  Thunderstorms blasting away into the distance and  a clear star-packed sky above me.  The skies are always clearer in places like this.  No lights, no haze, no bullshit.  Only sounds are faraway thunder and the Kansas flag fluttering at the spreaders.

It's hard to keep my eyes dry.

Enough adjectives for one night.  Going to bed.

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