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Smoke Season

A Rhode Island Red rooster in a navy linen blazer and Breton-striped shirt standing on a weathered wooden dock beside a brass bowl of smoldering socks, sailboat masts and golden harbor light behind him at dawn

He removed the argyle pair first — a deliberate choice, and not without ceremony. The fire took them quickly, as fires do with things we've already decided to let go. By the time the harbor wind shifted, he was barefoot and entirely unbothered, which is to say: ready.

27 March 2026

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