groovin’ in the sun: beach memories

Sunday, July 8, 2012

beach memories

I give you my love more precious than money, I give you myself before preaching or law; Will you give me yourself? Will you come travel with me? Shall we stick to each other as long as we live?
—Walt Whitman

our beach house, Gumbo One

Gulf Shores, Alabama

6:30 a.m. departure

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Sunday, July 8, 2012

beach memories

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