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| beach chairs, St. Pete Beach, FL |
The modern miracle of travel means that I started the day in New Mexico, drove to Texas in pre-dawn dark under a blanket of stars to doze on a plane, and was walking on a beach in Florida by the time the breeze began to kick up in the late afternoon.
Toes in the sand, I watched the pelicans swoop over the water as they hunted for dinner and reveled in the wind currents. Returning to the ocean, any ocean, with our bodies made of so much saltwater, is always a homecoming.
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| Pelican in flight |
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