"It enclosed us in its laceries as we watched the moon spill across the Atlantic like wine from an overturned glass. With the light all around us, we felt secret in that moon-infused water like pearls forming in the soft tissues of oysters."
— Pat Conroy
— Pat Conroy
I have never witnessed a more magical, ever changing beach as this one. Every time i cross my boardwalk, over the dunes and unveil the beauty of this beach, I am amazed. Its never the same and always gorgeous...how is that? a love like this, to that, with all its different faces it is still loved..more and more and for all captivating reasons. One day it has thousands of charming simple shells the next none, one the sun shines like the moon, the waves look as pristine & peaceful as a lake. It seems like infinite miles of sand, with the radiant sun beaming and the wild, untamed, headstrong surf. The ocean, the beach, the moon, the sun...the products of the coast are as mysterious as they are breathtakingly divine. It brings me to life.
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