And so we returned to the cottage yet again for the annual Labor Day bake of clams and wave goodbye to summer.
Bittersweet.
The end.
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2 comments:
This post actually made me tear up. I can't wait til next summer. farewell belov-ed lake. you will be missed.
me either. me, you, a gaggle of children at our feet, old lady swimsuits, bag of pirate's booty.
ah the good life.
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