In Florida I read Jim Harrison. Even though I’m from Michigan, I read him here.
The fisherman looks like an alternate Jim, perhaps, his rod flanking the bill of a dip-fishing snowy egret on the pier.
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An inelaborate laybrinth.
Post-historic semi-mansion with globular lamps.
Grooming palms along Golden Beach Boulevard.