So there I was, walking the beach in the fog and drizzle.
Michelle and I had recently gotten home from a long weekend in Portland, and I just felt the need to walk the beach. After the sirens, yelling, horns, smells, protest chants and not so great smells, I needed a beach walk.
The fog was in, it was drizzling, but not all that windy. So all in all It was a good night to walk.
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