Wrote to V. that I was going to the ocean. "I'm sure it was wildly beautiful," she wrote back. Actually, it was ridiculously nice. A little fresh drift, showing the red of red alder. Tide going out in a mild, friendly sort of way. The pebbles and cobbles plainly shifted and heaped in different ways by the storm that brought the alder, a root wad which has been conspicuous all summer now half buried. Eagles along the Quileute River going home.
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