Over the years, I've walked this pier more times than I've gotten A's on math tests and each time still holds a unique memory. Sometimes theres guitarists playing at the end, sometimes there are couples hand in hand along the edge, sometimes the waves are so high they act as though they're dragging the lighthouse back in with it. In any setting, the pier, the beach, and the whole town have been good friends to me in my seventeen and a half years.
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Fantastic pictures! You have a real eye.
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