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It was going to be a good day, a spring training-meets-sunny-and-75 kind of day, with all the optimism implied in those two happenings. We’d spent a few days in Mt. Dora, FL, a delightful little Opie Taylor sorta town, then returned last night in time for the five-alarm sunset gracing Longboat Key.
Today, I was going to (try to) wax poetic about one of my favorite places on the planet, Robinson Preserve, halfway between Bradenton and the Gulf, where I can look from the pier and see Heaven, yes I can.
Only now, I won’t be writing about sunsets and baseball and sleepy little towns that make me happy. Writing is so much about feeling. When I’m happy, I write happy. It’s hard to fake it. It feels awkward to be writing about Heaven when people are getting shot at a parade.
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