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Farther Along The Beach, Among The Periwinkles, There Are Things Unseen
I’ve finally arrived at the island that is known around the world for its seashells. I’m unloading the car in the parking lot of Lighthouse Beach on Sanibel Island. The sun is beating against my back and seems intense enough to melt the polyester fibers in my shoulder seams. I enter the Men’s restroom to…
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Every Grain Of Sand
“There lived a singer in France of old By the tideless dolorous midland sea. In a land of sand and ruin and gold There shone one woman and none but she.” –Algernon Swinburne “I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea Sometimes I turn, there’s someone there, other times it’s only me.…
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My Three Palms
It’s the second morning, the second sunrise, of our third day–at our winter home. I just got out of bed, it’s 8:56 am and the thermometer on the wall over my head reads 85.6 F. Mmmmmm. Should I read something into this? The sun set yesterday on our first full day at the Siesta Bay…
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My Grave Nightmare: A Halloween Story
Was it a day in full blinding sun or a night in deep gloomy shadows? Was I asleep? Awake? I don’t remember. No, it was both. I wandered about in my dream with my eyes open, my dream that quickly became a nightmare. What I looked upon were reflections of my darkest thoughts and fears.…
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Evening Reflections On The Fountain Of Youth
[Ponce de Leon seeks the Fountain] Tomorrow, October 31st , I’m going to post my Halloween blog. I’ve been saying it’s going to be scary. I hope it is. It is a description, mostly fiction, of my fear of graveyards and the hours after midnight when dreams go dark as ink and visions are bleak…
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I Dreamed I Saw Saint Augustine
It was going to be a great day. I even had a ready-made title for this blog. I was going to life a song title by the one and only, Bob Dylan. We only had about 120 miles to drive from Brunswick to St. Augustine, FL. That’s not even enough to break a sweat–that would come…
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Living With Humidity
This is going to be a brief post dealing with an issue that I have a feeling is only going to get worse. Yes, it will only get worse as we continue our road-trip deep into Florida. I’m talking about humidity. Remember last summer when you were sitting on your patio sipping a Bud Lite…
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Walking Charleston In The Light And Dark / A Few Tales To Tell
Midnight in the Laundry Room. I’m writing this in a laundry room. Four washing machines are on my right and four dryers to my left. I’m here because the promised WiFi signal is very weak in the R-pod. Here the signal really smokes. Yes, it’s midnight in the laundry room, a spooky place where a…
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Traveling South/Going Native: Thoughts At 34.41° North Latitude
South n 1 : The compass direction directly opposite to the north. 2 : The direction to the right of one facing east. Realistically, however, south is more than one of the cardinal points on a compass. It is also a state of mind. When most Americans think of the south, many cultural references come…
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