pond island (my happy place).

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sunset on pond island
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sunset on pond island

I could gush forever about our beach house on Pond Island -- how it's the place where I learned to ride a bike, had my first weak-at-the-knees crush (hi Jack!), fell in love with cooking, read every Harry Potter, slept outside just to star-gaze, had my first kiss with a boy who took me sailing and had lime green hair...

How, at the beach house, we gather around a big farm table and eat spicy steamer pots until our lips are swollen. How we boogie-board in groups of twenty and consciously watch every sunrise and sunset. How we swim in the ocean until our eyes sting from salt and our hands look like prunes. How it's the only summer I've ever known.

But when it comes to the beach house, words fail. Maybe I'm biased, but I think it's the most beautiful place in the world.