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Sunsets flashing green big pink roseate||Spoonbills and leggy mangrove trees- sanibel||Islands has more than a few tricks up its||Sleeves. nature performs our hocus-pocus- magic||That sweeps you off your sandy toes and holds you||In a mood of enchantment and oneness with nature.||A mood that endures and mischievously infects all||Who visit.||Here on the islands we eat dress play and||Dream differently. we go with whats natural.||Were spoiled of course. we survive quite well||Without street lights without smog. we thrive on||Salt breezes and green scenes. many of us came to||Take some time off from the reality-impaired||World of work and pressures. we wound up staying||Captured by the magic adrift from mainstream||Mainland life - no strings attached.||
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