The magic of the Outer Banks is still upon me. I hear it's song even in L.A.; feel it's breezes; smell it's heat. I think it will be days before I struggle out of the mist.
Every three years we're drawn to the sea. It's more than the ocean and the storms and the sea oats. More than the lightning and rainbow, the sunrises and sunsets. Most of all, it's the memories of years and years and the march of time - those who've joined us; those we've lost - the changes in face and body. But always, it's family.
The treasure of 9 brothers and sisters who love each other and care for each other (and feed each other!). Children from 10 to 38. Grandchildren from 3 to 9. Blessing upon blessing upon gift upon joy.
Ah, yes. The magic is upon me and it will be many days before the smiles and the tears and the sighs fade away.
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