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March 31, 2010
The world was a very warm place on my way home from work. I rolled the window down and gripped the roof of the car, recalling the drawbridge in St. Pete Beach. The bridge seemed as ornately decorated as a pharoah's tomb. Beyond, the pink mass of Don Cesar was just the beginning of a rainbow of colors that I initially thought were only reserved for those who died and went to heaven. I squinted my eyes against the sun and tried not to see the bare-limbed trees on the horizon. I know it will be a good summer.