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A Coconut Day Reflection: The Fruit of Islands and Imagination
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Today is Coconut Day, a holiday that might seem playful, even whimsical, on the surface. A day to sip piña coladas under palm trees, to laugh with friends on sandy shores, or to share a bit of sweetness from nature’s most peculiar gift. But like the coconut itself, this day…
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Welcome to the Digital Age: Please Hold While We Connect You to Absolutely No One
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We built the most advanced communication network in history, and used it mostly to ghost each other faster.
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Ode to Labor Day
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Today we pause, beneath late-summer skies,to honor the hands, the hearts, the steady eyes.The builders, the dreamers, the keepers of flame,the nameless, the countless, who shoulder the same. They rise with the dawn, when the streets are still,to hammer, to heal, to craft, to till.Invisible often, yet always in view,the…
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Embracing the Gold: Rediscovery After Fifty
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Every sunrise carries a promise, but few are as radiant as the promise you yourself can kindle after fifty. Rather than an ending, this age is a threshold: a portal into deeper self-awareness, richer joy, and a life who’s colors are bolder, more harmonious, and more authentically yours. 1. The…
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The Dancer in the Sand
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Coconut Muse | The Dancer in the Sand Sometimes paradise isn’t a place at all, it’s a moment, a person, a fire that builds until the night itself surrenders. This is the story of love’s slow burn, of passion found under moonlit skies, and of a woman who turned the…
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Second Annual Jimmy Buffett Day: A Toast to the Stories We Live
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August 29, 2025 On a late summer Friday, we raise our glasses, salt or sugar rim, dealer’s choice, to a songwriter who taught us that a life well‑lived is less about escaping reality and more about noticing it. The second annual Jimmy Buffett Day is not just a date; it’s…
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The Gargoyle
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Stone Guardian’s Love Letter I’ve been up here for centuries,watching your roofs change shape,your towers grow taller,your streets trade horses for engines,and your engines for lightning.I was carved out of the church’s worry,a monster to scare off the night.But the truth is, I love the night.I love this city when…