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Yesterday, I did 1,031 words on the story that was, previously, titled "Teratophobia." Now, thanks to cliff52, it will be titled "Sanderlings," as he pointed out what a nice title that would make, not even knowing how well the title fits this story. It had not occurred to me until his comment to yesterday's entry.

Not a whole lot else to say about yesterday. It was cloudy, then sunny, then cloudy, then sunny. That sort of day. It's chilly here in Providence (sunny today), but nowhere near as cold as this time last year. I signed books for eBay customers, and Spooky went to the post office. We shared a marvelous corned beef and cole-slaw sandwich for lunch (which I only occasionally eat). While I read, she got Chinese takeout for our dinner. Later, we watched Fight Club again, which was, not inappropriately, the first movie we ever saw together at the theatre. And that was a decade ago, which just fucking astounds me. Anyway, I got to bed about 2:30 a.m., and slept until 11:30, something like nine hours (!!!), the most I've slept at a stretch in..well...a very long time, and I did it without Ambien.

And now, here's a third set of photos from our trip to Green Hill on Wednesday. This one I call, "In the Bunker":





Sea oats, at least seven feet tall; view to the northeast.



We came upon this huge concrete "bunker." I really have no idea what it might have once been, to what end it was manufactured. I can only imagine how long it must have been sitting on the beach. View to the north.



Words of wisdom from America's 28th president, for that special touch of surreality.



And then we get a yin-yang sun and graffiti from the author of Peter Pan. Do lost boys live in the "bunker"? Lost girls? Lost children with no gender?





Note the mermaid's purse and starfish just outside the "bunker."





View of the sea from the "bunker;" view to the southwest.

All photographs Copyright © 2009 by Caitlín R. Kiernan and Kathryn A. Pollnac

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greygirlbeast
Nov. 21st, 2009 05:09 pm (UTC)

I'm entranced with The Bunker. Looks like it would be amazing to hide in there with some books and just read or meditate.

At least until high tide.
chris_walsh
Nov. 21st, 2009 11:39 pm (UTC)
Even knowing what the ocean's like, I look at that and imagine there's peaceful silence. (Then I can remind myself the roar of the ocean can be peaceful.)

A neat find, Caitlin.
sovay
Nov. 21st, 2009 05:45 pm (UTC)
Now, thanks to cliff52, it will be titled "Sanderlings," as he pointed out what a nice title that would make, not even knowing how well the title fits this story.

It is a good title.

something like nine hours (!!!), the most I've slept at a stretch in..well...a very long time, and I did it without Ambien.

That's wonderful. I hope it repeats.

The bunker should have a story.
greygirlbeast
Nov. 21st, 2009 05:50 pm (UTC)

That's wonderful. I hope it repeats.

I suspect it was "catching up sleep,", after this week's insomnia. I don't expect so much sleep at once again any time soon.
sovay
Nov. 21st, 2009 06:04 pm (UTC)
I don't expect so much sleep at once again any time soon.

Then I hope at least the insomnia lets you alone for a little while.
greygirlbeast
Nov. 21st, 2009 06:17 pm (UTC)

Then I hope at least the insomnia lets you alone for a little while.

Me, too.
dipsomaniac
Nov. 21st, 2009 05:50 pm (UTC)
It's amazing you stumbled upon something like that. Great message from Wilson too.
criada
Nov. 21st, 2009 11:17 pm (UTC)
Is the flat, roundish thing in the second to last picture anything? It looks like a crusty old floor buffer pad. Or is it just driftwood?
thimbleofrain
Nov. 22nd, 2009 03:12 am (UTC)
Fight Club is my favorite movie of the last decade (although I suppose I won’t be able to say that much longer).

The bunker is wonderful. I love imaginative graffiti.
scotchegg
Nov. 22nd, 2009 03:39 am (UTC)
These photos are fantastic. Thank you.
asakiyume
Nov. 23rd, 2009 01:32 am (UTC)
Here via cliff52--the photos are beautiful (especially the last one), and the quote from Woodrow Wilson extra cool.
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