Beach bum

I'm taking another day at the beach.

I've run out of coffee, and neglected to bring tea.

It's low tide now, I've restarted the fire (kept going all night, wet, smouldering wood)

The wood burns like giant cedar incense, a glow nub on a giant sponge. There is a terrific amount of smoke from the fire, kept billowed by the cool breeze from offshore, also bringing moisture. I can't see the mountains, only the fog creeping across the sea.

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