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I bet Carl, wherever he is (maybe the Keys), doesn't have to haul out his winter clothes--ever. Jackets are in. So are socks. I was sort of shocked to need socks. But if you're outside on Ocracoke Island the sun feels lovely. Why am I inside writing this?
P.S. the stars last night were just about as good as they get, which is to say, cosmic.
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Wasn't Carl's boat named "Red, Red Wine"?
Yea, I remember him.
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