, an atonal mood piece I ten sly after to say ted us to visit and stay at  tess, Ed to t summer of 76 and  fe cafe in Nortaurant among a alian joints, and unning   to see ties. Nothing weird prowling around California.

    tor of Grace Caternoon to record, and tone and balance t instrument I ered me algic for tet c a fees, and after rings for time, everyone seemed satisfied y minutes. As  our limited prospects. Per actually buy t ty about ts audience.

    t in told us not to miss Big Sur, so on our last day before flying ed a car and drove sout  of t bet tacular. tess ed to see to pull off and relax for a bit at a cove in tana ilderness. As  mist rolled in, obscuring turn back, o picnic on a small crescent beacy-foot straiger t plunges from te cliff to t ter luncess and I stretc on a blanket, and Eddie, all of five years old and full of energy,  us from rocks, and in our seclusion, I felt at peace for t time in ages.

    Maybe tides or ter luncess and I dozed on t. I range dream, one t  visited me in a long, long time. I alked to a ree and pulled at il  like a breacerror filled ion. t of our ribe stood around, cing an evil song. I  to take he boy screamed.

    Riding t over tess lay sleeping, gorgeous in repose beside me, and a t   to protect  around us, I lay on top of opped suddenly and ;;

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    I rolled off uated myself. t, blurring tours of a small rocky peninsula t jutted out into tco its granite skull. Beerfall ran doo t l