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Now there's no one else around
Can I find my way back home?
Will I ever see the light?
Even though I'm falling...
(Will there ever be any peace for me?)
--Saliva

I left New York in a cold, cloudy haze. When I got off the plane this evening, a wall of warm, salty air hit me like a humid wall.

If all goes well, my next few trips will be more tropical, not less so.

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Tomorrow:



240 miles (380 km) to Miami. I have to install some equipment. Should take an hour or two.



I'm bringing my fishing gear.