Swinging south on Pacific Coast Highway, we're back at Crystal Cove, that magical little beach enclave that I love so much. Even though the ocean isn't depicted, don't you still feel sunburned with sandy feet, ready for lemonade and something off the BBQ? It's the summer of your dreams in the funkiest red beach cottage, complete with a sagging porch and mailbox so that people from the real world can send you a little something.
I'll have to look on my Google maps to see where Crystal Cove is - can't place it in my mind right now. As well as a terrific painter, you are also a GOOD writer, Erin! Nice job!
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