Clubbing by the Sea

We're at our cabin. My son is learning to gut fish down by the sea. His mother and his grandfather are teaching him. There's a gentle wind in the trees, the waves are lazily washing up against the rocky shores and a lonesome seagull shrills from time to time in the distant.

(Earlier I browsed the and I instantly felt more connected to the one who posted small life tidbits. So I thought I'd return the favor.

There are actually some interesting projects and code. Even some blogs. Perhaps a could be cool, but much of that is already solved by the recently update pages. Perhaps a feed of the news, then? Yes. Perhaps, perhaps.)

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