I returned to the beach of my childhood last week. Along an abandoned stretch of California coastline. I dug for unbroken abalone shells on hands and knees. I meditated at tide pools amongst broken crab traps and discarded fishing line. The foam was brighter than the sunset. I stopped at an abandoned bakery in Pescadero to search for nostalgia. It felt less lonely by myself than it did with my family, decades ago.
12:46 p.m. - 2017-08-07
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