Florida was so warm. It's easy to forget certain painful things, the way your memories of pleasure triumph over others. For example, the bottoms of my thighs sticking to leather couches and vinyl car seat cushions. Also, mosquitos biting my ankles until my feet fall asleep from lack of blood flow.
Better things remain: thunder storms every humid afternoon, and walking barefoot around the block, looking for wild Quaker parrots, Anhingas with outstretched wing croaking a mating call across a marshy ditch, sitting on this porch.
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