The island was ours. The roosters crowed their welcome. Key West invited us to linger, to find solace beneath the shade of the palms as a reprieve from the August heat. We were all just artists and vagrants and lovers if only for a weekend, trying to withstand the tide of time that would inevitably carry us away from our place under the sun. 
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