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Dead men tell no tales

I thought I posted this on March 25th, but I guess it didn’t go through. Well, here goes:

Three weeks ago, Katherine and I stayed behind at the office to work on our presentations that were due the following week. To burn the midnight oil and keep on track, we’d call each other every now and then to see how we were doing.

Once 9:30 p.m. came around, I picked up the phone, dialed Katherine’s extension and, without greeting, said, “Man, working at the State House feels like Davy Jones’s locker.” We laughed. Because it was true.

As I said those words, I pictured the Flying Dutchman from Spongebob Squarepants hovering over the State House in his green menacing glow, as though holding us back from going home.

I took to making a rendition of it that night as a way to capture the moment. I added the flowers and wash of green this past weekend.

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