Last morning in Provincetown

Carnival is over, and the town is noticeably less crowded. Colored streamers, feathers, and beads lie anywhere the street sweepers haven’t been able to reach. The air is even cooler this morning as if Jungle Fever (this year’s theme) has broken. Our house on the harbor hill has to be turned back over at noon. Sniff. A six-hour flight and we will all snap back to reality. Everyone who makes the plane, that is. Now, where is our missing housemate this morning?


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