On my last day in Key West I had a chocolate dipped key lime pie (with crust) on a stick. Frozen of course.
I began a new work: a noir story about a suicide that takes place in the creepy salt ponds with creepy inhabitants while baby boomers disco dance in the clothing optional bar.
Here I was able to meditate and write from a private pool perspective.
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