August Heat

Erin

Fire Island at sunset is the kind of beautiful that makes even an artist fumble for the right words. Golden light spills across the deck of our beach house, turning the weathered wood into honey. The crash of waves provides a constant backbeat while seagulls add their chaotic harmony overhead.

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