January 2011
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Pelican
An echo. Lay down now. Why call a dog Pelican? You know you’re not really supposed to have dogs on the beach. She nods and looks away. Sails full to bursting.
Bum in the air, doing yoga. Purple undies showing. Strange men walk past with beers and stretch out in the sun.
The water rolls onto the beach. Heavy with self-satisfaction. Chopped by rumbling engines buzzing, cutting on their way.
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