It was 2 a.m. and June was wide awake. The crashing of waves would coax many back to sleep but this was her favorite time of day. A night owl all her life, she felt most creative long after the sun had gone down. During those wee morning hours, she pulled out her paints, strung her cello bow, walked her dog (an unwanted visitor that never left) and experienced Tulum in a way that many never would. The quiet streets, the closed storefronts and the empty restaurants were her home now and the townsfolk knew her only as ‘the new lady’. She intended to keep it that way. A quiet life, off the grid, was just what she needed.

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