“I walked far down the beach, soothed by the rhythm of the waves, the sun on my bare back and...
. . . have been spending most of the summer in pretty lacy dresses and perfectly pleated skirts, but after...
. . . with summer days flying by, irresistibly drawn, more and more, to the lure of the ocean, and...
. . . can never resist the elegance of french doors, especially when they are flung open to the intoxicating...
. . . nearly impossible not to be utterly by this perfectly tiny and devastatingly romantic victorian cottage in the...
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