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Globs of oil on Pensacola's pristine white sand beaches

All along the water line this morning, tar has been washing ashore. You can see it in the surf – it is all over the beach. It is sticky, brown and running in lines all along the waterline, in front of the hotels and near Pensacola’s famous fishing pier. This morning, there were a few people out on the beaches, walking, looking at the oil and shaking their heads, but no one is going in the water.

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Captain: The beguine, I hear the beguine. Deep in my heart is beating a wild tatoo.

The beguine, that fatal beguine. Recalling the tropical gloom, orchids in bloom, pungent perfume, and you.

Yes, I remember Pensacola, sultry desire, passions on fire under the moon.

Both: Those nights of splendor in Pensacola, lost in your arms, under the palms near the lagoon.

Mona: You were so tender.

Both: In Pensacola.

Captain: While the guitars played a haunting, taunting tune.

Mona: I surrendered.

Captain: In Pensacola-

Mona: Was I mad?

Captain: Were you wrong to be glad I was strong?

Mona: No!

Both: How we long for Pensacola again!

-Dames At Sea

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