-^-for posterity-^-

getting back in touch with my family at the beach. it's windy and cool and the water looks grey and blue like steel should. there are no birds, only loud cars and people walking by with no clothes on.

it's all distracting but family relations come first.

this group of people is where i come from, the stream of dna from which i was created. i owe them so much, and those who came before even more. i owe the dirt more and the sky even more.

i owe the root of it all the most.