{"id":4291,"date":"2010-07-14T12:09:00","date_gmt":"2010-07-14T12:09:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/2010\/07\/14\/slip-sliding-away-in-the-pacific-northwest"},"modified":"2021-09-08T06:59:13","modified_gmt":"2021-09-08T13:59:13","slug":"slip-sliding-away-in-the-pacific-northwest","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/?p=4291","title":{"rendered":"Slip Sliding away in the Pacific Northwest"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Laying in the afternoon sun, on fresh cut grass, I whisper “I want a new adventure, will you come with me?”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

“yes” she whispers back, and the static between our bodies goes electric.<\/div>\n
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“Where will you take us?”<\/div>\n
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I feel the need to be near large bodies of water, empty mountain space, and quiet beachside trails. I look into her eyes..<\/div>\n
“let’s go slip slide away into the pacific northwest”<\/div>\n
“Perfect”<\/div>\n
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It’s early morning, and between the steam of the coffee cups, I make out the words<\/div>\n
“love you”<\/div>\n
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I ask, “Do you think that things in nature, like trees, rocks, sand, have a soul?”<\/div>\n
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“I hope so…”<\/div>\n
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Just give me one reason to stay here…..<\/div>\n

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“Do you think, just maybe, it was female?”
she laughs
“That’s a funny idea. Hell hath no fury, you know.”<\/p>\n\n

This has been a perfect weekend for bananafish, I think to myself, and smile.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n

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