At the beach we started getting into a certain routine. Get up early, have a cup of coffee and head out to the beach as the sun was rising over the water. It was so peaceful. Everything had a soft hazy glow and the Gulf was as calm and flat as a sheet of glass. We strolled for what seemed like miles intent on finding treasure. We filled our bags with broken bits of shells, feathers and the odd piece of sea glass...our heads filled with the creative ways we would turn our treasure into art.
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