SANDY BEACH: PARALYZED WITH FEAR LEAVES ME NON-PARALYZED

It still happens, on occasion, that I find myself on a beach somewhere, board in hand, looking out to some shapely not-too-crowded waves. My focus at this point goes full laser. I will perhaps respond to questions, but otherwise not talk. Wife and child are sent to a Siberian-like district of my conscious mind, put in comfortable quarters, and told to entertain themselves. Work? I can't even spell...

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