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Thursday, September 15, 2011
That lapping sound. The one that water makes as it swims under a dock and into rip-rap or a concrete wall.
I'd like to write that sound and have you be able to hear it. Transport you onto the bench next to the river to listen, when the helicopters and harbor tour boats are quiet enough to let you.
Maybe it isn't that sound I want you to hear, but to give you my flawed ears to hear it not quite right, the way I do. So you'll just miss it, but won't stop trying to get it right.