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My sister was here this weekend. The one who now lives in Florida, not the one who is in Hawaii.
Like lemmings, we headed to Sycamore Beach/Cove. The place where we all draw strength.
It was 71 degrees around 1:oo pm on Sunday afternoon. And there were big waves.
It was fucking awesome. I'm glad I live here.
January 11, 2010 in family, photography, yearnings | Permalink
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Gorgeous. Stunning. I so wish I could have been there with you guys.
January 16, 2010 at 09:03 PM
oh, you were. maybe not physically, (but) your presence was with us.
January 17, 2010 at 08:43 AM
There's something restorative and cleansing at the same time when you're on the beach in the winter.
I love my new desert home, but those West Coast beaches (mine at Stinson, yours in SoCal) are something that cannot be replaced.
Thanks for sharing, Shaunna.
Ashleigh Burroughs |
March 08, 2010 at 08:47 AM
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