I already live there, duh,
This was the free weenie roast at the beach this weekend, and I would show you a picture of the smores too, but I had so much marshmallow and chocolate all over my hands that I thought maybe I should leave my camera in the bag for a bit.
The place we stayed was charmingly and efficiently all american, they pulled out a speaker and played taps at seven thirty, they kept the fire going and had plenty of marshmallows, plenty of cleverly repurposed wire coat hangers to roast them on.
The place we stayed was charmingly and efficiently all american, they pulled out a speaker and played taps at seven thirty, they kept the fire going and had plenty of marshmallows, plenty of cleverly repurposed wire coat hangers to roast them on.
J. and I poached an abandoned pile of embers and a couple of chairs much later, and listened to the waves and watched the clouds and the stars. It really was more than anyone could ask for.
I don't need to say it, do I?
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