Sailing along the village of Dennisport

That’s some wall.

Coming out of Bucky’s with our armloads of assorted biscotti, a loaf of pistachio nut bread and an everything bagel cheese-and-egg sandwich, my dear wife Karen still noted something special for me to photograph.

Did you get the mural?

Back from the car with arms free for the iPhone 8 photo I went.

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