This Afternoon In A Quiet Way

So I was free to fill a plastic bag with sweet, milky plumeria flowers I picked from the trees in the orchard, and I walked down to Vanessa's Beach. There were two dark-skinned, tattooed locals fishing in the shallows, and a very tan blonde woman ran by me with a big smile, but other than that the little beach was all mine. A storm squall was blowing in across the ocean from the southeast, and the wind picked up as I kneeled and placed the flowers before me.

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