Cataloguing Continues
As classic R&B thumps from the bassynova radio on the private three-person boat in my isolated white-sand islet four hours off port I wipe the crabmeat from my fingers and swig a cold drink as I watch a girl in a two-piece bikini and a winsome smile jump up and down in the sand call my name, the sky clears, a significant cloud appears, and I think: This is the end of history.
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