Christmas, 1948, Stinson Beach CA
Shacks, oil streaked sand, and I, Blowzy, still drunk, gin fizz in hand stood to greet the late sunrise at the sea frothed edge Long before surfers crashed here or gay cabals claimed the beach Hal and I came to write great novels of sex, rewinding Henry Miller. Shacks are cheaper here in winter with … Continue reading Christmas, 1948, Stinson Beach CA
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