Just, sit.

It’s late. We have to start early tomorrow. Boats don’t follow normal hours. I’m sitting at my computer reading the blog of a friend who has left everything behind and become nomadic. I’m jealous but could never enter that world. I’m too far removed from the focus. Still, the idea apeals to me. Then I see this photo I took last summer and immediatly it fits. I’m in Miami, surrounded by wealth and vanity. This photo is my escape. If it was to go nomadic, this would be my method.

Everyone here is loving Miami.

I can’t wait to leave.

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