Salt and jasmine to rouse the senses. Sardines and sweet tea to cleans the gut. Bleach and polish to keep us honest. Mint juleps and oyster shells to seduce the past. WD-40 and spinner reels to turn our heads.
To me the coast is cyclical. Sand castles are built and destroyed with the tide, facades are weathered and painted with the seasons, tourists come and go... it's a place to come full circle. A time to think about the last time I swam in the ocean. The Carolina coast is a far cry from the Miami boardwalk and it sure ain't the Jersey shore. It's something in between... something soothing and nostalgic, at least in my mind.
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