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By Marc Fest

I write simple texts like the ones below about my experiences living on the edge of the Everglades near Key Largo in South Florida. All of them are true stories.

For an afternoon this Sunday, I thought Brownie was dying.

The Happy Tree
There is a particular tree in front of the south side of our Everglades home that David and I call “the Happy Tree.”

Baby Hawk
Whatever you want to call it, it began sometime around October, almost two and a half years ago. It was just before the beginning of the pandemic.

Selling tegus has become a “pain in the ass,” my friend Bradley tells me the other day. He’s come by to have me show him how to fly his DJI 4 Phantom drone.

When David cuts my hair
When David cuts my hair, he asks me to bring out the orange extension cord to plug in the electric clippers.

When my dog sighs
When my dog sighs
I sigh
To be in sync

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When not having conversations with his lizard and hawk friends, Marc lends his skills as a communications coach to clients.