Live with me in steam. This can be our bath. Breathe me in, use my chemicals, exhale, make me tingle. We don't need breezes. Don't need storms. We just need heat and steam to breathe. Humidity.

Monday 15 July, 2002 Addendum

8:03 P.M.

Just in from dancing on the beach in the rain. The storms have arrived again, beautiful summer storms. Now, from my window, I watch Shiva oil paint: The sky to my left is peach; the ocean to my left is lava; the sky to my right is indigo; the ocean to my right viridian. I am watching snapshot spiderwebs of lethal light flash through, in, around the huge arc of a rainbow. Before it all, standing pristine in the surf, a crane so white it glows in this scene watches the horizon, nodding its head in approval.

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