The wrought iron bench The night was hot and I could not sleep --- Or perhaps I just had to build the new bench from the kit. The previous one had rusted so, that one day when I sat down, I crashed through to the patio stones below. It was finished. In the morning, after some rain, I went out to sit on the new bench in the sparkling sunlight, a summer morning such as on one day long ago, we drove off to the beach. It had rained and there were some drops of water on the seat. Now I was sitting, the dampness tickling across my bottom. Now I was damp with ocean water, on the beach. I did not mind. Above, rising in the wind, there were noisey seagulls flying over me, flying over the waves. Dr. Roger B Clough NIST (ret.) [1/1/2000] See my Leibniz site at http://independent.academia.edu/RogerClough
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