Last of the season.

We took to the beach on Saturday morning - to watch the snails wriggle in tide pools, to chase a little boy up the beach and down again, to put feet in the sand and feel very much alive.

Things are quiet around here as I get back in the swing of things at work, but we are well. Tired and overwhelmed and torn in twenty directions at once, but we are well.

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