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Survived sunrise trip to beach. In attendance: one pair of Young Lovers watching the dawn, one (all-female) pair of Aging Hippies apparently greeting the sun with a solstice ritual, numerous seagulls, terns and insects, and a representative from the Chicago Park District who was methodically driving his sand-Zamboni up and down the beach, thereby rather ruining the ambiance. Unfortunately the one cloudbank in the sky was parked directly over sun-comes-up, but the haze was thin enough at the juncture of water and sky that I was able to catch a glimpse of Amaterasu rising from Her bath before She wrapped Herself back up in the mists. The light revealed that I had wandered out of my apartment in a maroon sweater and purple sweatpants, so I went back in.
Query letter to agent #7, who is young enough not to be entirely shackled to the archaic forms, emailed at 7:36 AM. Will therefore be hiding in deep hole trying not to compulsively check my email every ten seconds until at least sometime tomorrow afternoon.
Query letter to agent #7, who is young enough not to be entirely shackled to the archaic forms, emailed at 7:36 AM. Will therefore be hiding in deep hole trying not to compulsively check my email every ten seconds until at least sometime tomorrow afternoon.