Driving on the highway, I am stuck behind a black delivery truck from East Coast Custom Car. On the back of the truck in bright yellow lettering is a list of things sold at East Coast Custom Car: stereos, alarm systems, bed liners, 4X4 accessories, trailer hitches, fog lights, wheels "and so much more." I make a note to include these items in my accounts, then turn off toward the bay, which is winter blue already. The powerboats have disappeared. The cormorants swarm in a black mass near the mouth of a creek, their snake heads craning for invisible fish. I...
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