tiny dancer reminds me of pink flamingo straws, my dad with his hippie beard, living with parrots in our house, the ugly mug in key west, collecting sponges in the lagoon, that familiar key west motel, mom's florida friends trying to give us their cocatiel, conch shell outlets, a smurfs bucket from an old lady, smurfs cereal, sunsets full of color
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