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August 23rd, 1981
Spectacular morning– the sky is an intense bright blue. Treetops and houses seem to shine with a whiteness. And it’s nearly cold! Bizarre weather for August. Wendy and John are busy making a lunch. The beautiful day signals good weather for sailing. I’m having hot black coffee– about to shower and go downstairs for breakfast. This day is a gift.
Anchored in a cove on the Chesapeake bay. Lying in pure white light as the boat rocks gently suspended between the deep placid blue of the bay and the bright bright blue above.
Brilliant day sailing and sunning. We bought steamed crabs and brought them back. After naps, we ate crabs and salad on the patio at dusk. I had intended to go to a meeting here on the Hill tonight, but I had the time wrong and missed it. So it’s been a day and night of total relaxation. We all walked the dogs down Capitol Hill and brought Haagen Dazs back, all retiring to bedrooms to watch TV. Within 48 hours I have completely shed the fatigue and exhaustion I brought with me. My face is pink with sun, my body relaxed and horny for David’s sweet ass. I’ve thought of him all day. A man passed in a sailboat today– and I had a vision of David middle age and handsome. He called tonight and I ache with wanting to see him.
My love for Wendy is primal, powerful and complete.
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