September 8, 2022
Repeated the best of yesterday: played in the Atlantic, then eased into the condo pool, inhabited this time by children, whose parents told them to be respectful and not to splash me. Two kids about 11 years old were flirting furiously with each other, without, perhaps, knowing what they were doing. They were witty, and able to land some pretty sharp barbs into one another. The girl’s name was Emma.
In the afternoon we learned that Queen Elizabeth had died. Many retrospectives on TV which I, at least, watched. She reigned on the far side of the water all my conscious life. A world never again as it was.
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