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Today I came back to the Island. It was windy out, the Gulf choppy, and at some point when my friend and I were walking on the Seawall, it started to rain. We took refuge inside Miller’s, where we sat in a booth by the window. The sky turned dark, the lights of ships beckoning in the distance. There was a painting of a sea turtle by our booth. Later, when I got home, I felt like painting a sea turtle myself. It made me feel better about a lot of things.
