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In This Place, Now

Here I am. In Mexico. A surf spot discovered in the 60s buy Norte Americanos. But I am here just to sit, to drink Cuba Libre, made with Run from Cuba, forbidden fruit. Off to airport, out of gas, none in this small town, I ride, with stranger, 20 minutes out and 20 minutes back. Let to airport. Here to sit, sweating, happy, for many days. Winds off the pacific, lightening far away, book in hand.