Another 1,000 Miles East From Yesterday...
Yeah, Antigua. Wind tinkling through wind-chimes hanging above the front door of the villa, whispering through the pines, stirring the surface of the infinity pool that spreads from the entrance-way of the dining room to the beach. Sitting by the aforementioned pool with a notepad, trying to transform notes from the Football Hero into something resembling a story, and not doing too well, because the view of the water and the misty islands beyond keeps distracting me.
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