Every year when I get back from the beach I step out of my car and think how unfathomable it is that just a few hours earlier I was standing on a stretch of sand and saltwater as far my eye could see. Wind. Where is my wind? My face has become accustomed to it and now feels bereft without its caress. Asphalt. Hmmmmm. Glad to be home, but man I miss the smell of saltwater. I miss the sound of the surf. I miss my afternoon cocktail. I miss my niece and nephew. Really fun time with the family this year, our 26th. Hope you enjoy the photos. I'll be looking at them frequently in the coming days to calm the longing in my heart for South Carolina.
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