There is a particular kind of upper lip sweat I’ve only ever experienced in Florida. It’s the kind of nervous steam that appears when you drive by your fourth “Cheap Guns” billboard that day.
For the first time in over a decade, I returned to Florida, the place I spent my early childhood. It’s a state of extremes: home to some of the most pristine natur…
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