THE HIDDEN TRACK

The following passages are dedicated to Leopold, to the vernacular, to certain evil women (you know who you are), to certain wonderful people(they know who they are), to soft afternoons and quiet Sunday evenings, to Fall and seeing your breath for the first time since Spring, and to Isabelle Ya Feng ... a soul slipped by like two ships passing in the still, moonlit sea.
-- Abraham Ahmed, the Surfing Beatnik



Beatnik's Log: II

For a moment, though mere it may've been, I thought I caught a glimps of life at the other end of my flotation device. I though I saw what some might even call a chance at a new begining.
Ah, nay, disregard my interested reader. You see, I have fallen victim to sun and it's misleading ways. I have been seeing only what I wish myself to be a part of.
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