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the jetty laughing into Ogunquit. Theyre beautiful women carrying guns waves I mean waves are beautiful women carrying guns in gorgeous half slips sea lavender and tall grasses swept below sky brushed below ocean sound while you dive dive for the stars. Its always a Helen who finds you someone who calls the Boothbay Harbor Coast Guard Station weathered shingles and a bell in the shingled rain way out on a spit. Dependable in a blue print dress. while outside the oceans had a few beers. rain pissing in an alley or into phone booths the black receiver inert and sexy busting up traps while it boils below sounding stones while the eddies above sound down and make a break for it water falling sideways running from the car to the 7-rt in the rain. be right back 3 e.rvr and too-bright milk containers rnaving animatedly as you go under into loon time it is loon time now. You burst through the surface on Congress Street Iook at warm slices hardening under