My dear wife is drawn to the shore

Toes in the wet sand.

A one block walk from our cozy cottage in Dennis Port and down the steps, we find the beach.

We don’t take chairs or sit in the sun.

I am happy staying a few feet away from the lapping waves at this point, retired guy I. I’ll venture juuuuuust close enough to capture my California Girl allowing the water to cleanse her big-water needs.

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