It starts with one hundred yards of sand. Three hundred feet from my home to the Atlantic Ocean. From there, it stretches to the horizon. Ever changing, sometimes terrifying, usually glorious, and always inspiring.
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It starts with one hundred yards of sand. Three hundred feet from my home to the Atlantic Ocean. From there, it stretches to the horizon. Ever changing, sometimes terrifying, usually glorious, and always inspiring.
I didn’t think you got a place like this until you retired. I can just imagine those waves lulling you to sleep.
We’ve owned our beach home, The Beacon, for a dozen years now. It’s a century old this year. An amazing milestone for a house facing directly onto the ocean, with all the ravaging weather. Those waves have lulled me to sleep many a time. And also woken me up, more than a few.
I also enjoy your front yard ! You share your gift with so many people ! Your front yard is wonderful and so are you !!