The truth is, Florida, I love you just as you are... you can sunshine, rain, and thunder at your whim because I love your calms and storms, your every tendril of lime-yellow light, your cornflower skies cracked so easily by a whisp of cloud and a slice of sun, and yes, even your moody, feather-grey rainclouds, and -- oh! -- especially your peach-pink-coral sunsets, and that midnight sky that is never really black, but the deepest steel-blue.
(This is the most erotic thing I've written anyone lately, and that makes you damn lucky!)
June 21, 2014
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