Every July, my husband’s family rented the same weathered beach house overlooking the Gulf.
For nearly fifteen years, it had been our family tradition.
The adults relaxed.
The children ran barefoot through the sand.
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Every July, my husband’s family rented the same weathered beach house overlooking the Gulf.
For nearly fifteen years, it had been our family tradition.
The adults relaxed.
The children ran barefoot through the sand.
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