All the world's a stage--and my life is a binge-watch soap opera narrated by me. In my head. If I could buy you all popcorn and let you inside...
Like Lifelines only in Key West. the real Key West. Not of trust funds (though we need and appreciate those folks)
but of Trailer parks. Haitian patois bass to cymbal bandied back and forth like diamond dust sparkling in the wind...where palm trees rustle and parrots mimic chickens and chickens run free
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