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Paradise Globe

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The whole time I was in Cedar Key I felt like I was at the bottom of a snow globe. The birds flew up near the ceiling, and the clouds rolled across the width of it like snow falling and stacking. In the evening I sat at the edge of the bay’s shore where the tides tilted in and out and watched as a fat contented sun slipped off a shelf of clouds. It broke on the top of a tree-lined horizon, spilling a flood of orange light. Then in one subtle shift, as if someone holding paradise in their hands had gently tapped it, darkness descended in a hush.

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