Landed back in Miami last night.
It was 79 and sticky. I plopped into my hotel room. Austere, except for this funny little series of framed post cards from the 40's. There was one post card with a scribbled message to a family in Hallendale, Florida. It was signed Mae and Fred Picard. Now you know my name isn't like Smith, in fact open the phone book and you may see one or two of us (unless you find yourself in Quebec). I suddenly felt at home.
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Muddled is a disordered condition or aimless manner, Muse is derrived from the Greek goddess of memory and mother of the Muses and the Greek noun for “memory." So herein lies my disordered memory and aimless thinking. Enjoy.
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