The day after the fourth of July, I saw the first sargasso weed of the season. The first few days it's kind of charming, because it hasn't choked the tideline and doesn't stink yet, but after a while it gets kind of old and gross. But today was the first day.
When I was a little kid, someone told me that sailors used to get lost in the Sargasso Sea, because of the mats of seaweed. They'd think they were near land, when in fact they were in the middle of the Atlantic.
Leez.
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