From August 25, 2018

Upon leaving the international arrivals terminal after clearing customs on Thursday afternoon, I felt I was really dragging as I made my way to the sixth floor of the parking structure. I was really walking very slowly. Each step felt burdensome. I put my two pieces of carry-on luggage in the trunk. Rather than get in the car and begin the two-hour drive north to Ft. Pierce, I wondered over the low wall of the garage, took a deep breath, and watched the planes taking off and landing. I thought about Tamysha.

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