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︎︎︎ June 14th, 2023 ︎︎︎

The internet here is:

slow

It took about ten minutes to make a new page, this page. So I think while I’m here there’ll be no pictures, just words. 
I hope that’s alright. 

Maybe I’ll do a post on Sunday, when I’m back, that’s just pictures from the trip. That sounds nice.
I’ve taken a few already, and videos also. Of Abby, of the beach, of Abby on the beach.

My obsession with quartz has followed me here, too. While we walk the shore I see mostly the white rocks. At home they’re in brooks and struck through with hazey orange. Here the quartz is silvery, with black marks and splashes of a rusty color, or dots of it. As an expert in picking up quartz and coveting it I have quite a nuanced eye for the stuff. 
I lied, here’s a picture of quartz from the brook. On Sunday there’ll be pictures of quartz from the sea. 

So far this trip has been lovely. We’ve had bad luck with trips in the past, with where we stay and where we eat.

Where I’m writing this is lovely, despite the slow internet, or maybe because of it. Originally built by the owners grandparents in 1930, it was recently updated to the homegoods chic of vinyl floors and blue-grey cabinet paint. But I won’t hold that against it. 
The owner is nice. She’s seventy two and I helped her load some sort of crystaline substance into the water softener of the house. Sort of an arcane technology, that, but she was happy enough for the help, and as apoloetic for that as she was for the sparrow that made a nest above the back door. Both silly things to apologize for I reckon. But heck, I could listen to her talk for a minute, she speaks like a Stephen King character.  

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