A winter seawall walk as day broke. My down coat keeps me cozy warm. Overheard: "Oh look. Penguins!" (I think they might have been Murres.) And: "Why is this water so clean?"
Where the walls ooze water an ice blanket formed and as water dripped down behind the ice, it looked like little tadpoles swimming down the face of the rock.
Uncle Gus' Monkey keeps hitting its marks. The producer finished reading the script and wrote to Warren: "Really
liked it!" about the screenplay. And about the partners, he said: "Lots of potential." Ending with: "Lets talk." I suspect Warren and the producer will meet next week.
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