Still Waiting for Godot
Rocks, rocks, and more rocks. Big ones, small ones, red ones, green ones. Petosky stones. White chicken-egg-smooth stones. Stones in my shoes. The quintessential northern Lake Michigan shoreline, punctuated with inviting brightly colored plastic Adirondack chairs. I had to paint it - meshing the perspectives, skewing the scale. Anyone coming?
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