I am close to departure. I will miss so much about Sarasota. Like today, when the elderly Publix cashier carded me. I’m 44. I was mistaken for 19. Only in Florida. I rushed home and took a good look in the mirror. Peace Corp t-shirt. Flip flops. No make up. 19! Right. Thank you, Sarasota. XO
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