Nantasket Beach
5:18 p.m.
(Or a.k.a.
"at other times,
just say 'what the f@#*'
and
drive 40 miles
out of the way
to find the ocean.")
What sunny Sundays are made for.
...or, better known as the last unmarried thirty-something renter in Southie...
1 comment:
Very nice, Karin. Must exit the city once in a while.
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