5:45am The older women heading to the beach for their morning surf, walk and then tea. Their days not numbered by the facile character of adventure and place but rooted, alive, growing, blooming. Someone else’s everyday for them an adventure worth holding onto. While their husbands’ stomachs grumble hoping they will be back in time to make their bacon baps and morning tea. They, the husbands, have a busy day planned of retelling the past, reading newspapers and solving the world’s problems so they will need all the energy they can get. Secretly, they will get scones, expresso w/brandy and cigar later. Now, what they really need is one more moment with her. Mainly because they can no longer sleep without her next and are tired having already had to solve the world’s problems yesterday.
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