Wakulla Springs, FloridaIllustration by Harry Tennant The winter of 2000 was tepid, as Tallahassee winters tend to be. The world had just survived Y2K, the great millennium scare that had survivalists burrowing into their bunkers (and others holding their breath until midnight passed without incident). But as spring bloomed, I was flailing, smack dab out in the open, barely hanging on. Amid a state governmental administration change, I had been…
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