November 19, 2012

Getting lost in Malibu is a new favorite past time of mine. It really sucks you in, like you could be anywhere, and nowhere, and time is non-existing, and cell phones die and you don’t charge them. When it’s beach weather in October and you play hooky and decide that you don’t want to go back to the concrete jungle, and instead wake up to the crashing of waves…Exploring secret beaches and poking star fish. Also, I like to stick my toes inside abalone and watch them slowly close their little mouths. Awakens the inner ‘marine biologist’ that I wanted to be when I grew up.

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