I've just walked back inside, reluctantly, after spending my 3am hour sitting in a lawn chair in my driveway, with a good red wine in hand and the glowing pink clouds of Hurricane Wilma over my head. The lights of Fort Lauderdale turned the spiraling cloud canopy into a vast pulsating ceiling- since I was young there are no nights I like better
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