The slow beach biker
I’ve been visiting the same stretch of beach, nearly every year, for twenty-five years. And my memories haven’t been suspended for long enough in between visits to differentiate. When I’m back at the beach, I can access being 17 and adventurous much more than I seem to be able to in my laundry room.
But every year there is one single event that I scrapbo…
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