<center>A cloud hangs over this city by the sea, I watch the ships pass and wonder if she might be, Out there and sober as a well for loneliness, Please do persist girl its time we met and made, a mess</center> -- RD Present: The Boardwalk

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Date Posted: Mon, May 07 2007, 12:47pm PDT
Author: Bretton
Subject: A cloud hangs over this city by the sea,
I watch the ships pass and wonder if she might be,
Out there and sober as a well for loneliness,
Please do persist girl its time we met and made, a mess

it was still early yet as he settled on the side of the boardwalk, allowing his feet to dangle, playing idly in the sand with his toes. A hand raised to brush through somewhat short curly hair, sighing idly as he watched the water. Life in California had been hectec, between being thrown out by his stepmom, and losing his job to a kid that didn't know half as much about surfing, he had decided to migrate. His truck now sat idle in the parking lot, the surfboard rack placed carefully on top of it holding his only posessions, the few surfboards he had managed to escape with. His life was here now...he was determined to make it. With a soft sigh, he finally pushed from the wooden seat, landing flat footed in the sand that had brought so many memories back. With a smile though he settled into an easy pace, pulling the hood from his zipped hoodie up over the brown shag, dropping hands into jean pockets as he watched the water.

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