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| view from the waves looking back at the sand |
Sometimes there is mystery.
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| What the heck is this? Anyone? |
Sometimes the cutest boat in the whole world shows up just across the water.
And sometimes my 90-year-old mother climbs up on the patio wall to hang on the fence and get a better view. After a martini.
Here in Margaritaville, the nights at home are just as beautiful and mysterious as the mornings on the beach, but not quite as relaxing. Nope. Sometimes not relaxing at all.
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I swear to you, after walking the beaches of Florida my entire life, I still, EVERY SINGLE TIME I DO IT, I come across something I have no idea what is.
And I have never found a shark's tooth.
Your mother. Oh my lord.
Dear Lord. Please don't let Denise's mother climb any higher.
I hope I'm like your mom when I'm ninety, still wanting to climb up on things, still curious.
I went on your facebook page, followed the link. You have such a beautiful smile.
I adore that your mother still climbs on railings. Caregiving is hard, though. Martinis do help.
Your beach reports bring to mind the words of Anne Morrow Lindbergh.
“The sea does not reward those who are too anxious, too greedy, or too impatient. One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach - waiting for a gift from the sea.”
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