September 8th, 2016

Hanging out at a kite thing, Colin is banging a little quadline delta all over the place. I want a turn. Move to another place, I’m flying a rok and it’s everywhere.

Walking down a path by the water on the island. A ghost comes up and talks to us. I walk on, then turn around and go into a thrift shop.

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