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welcome to the beach

High mountain style.

Where nothing grows.

Other than the pine trees.

And the kids.

And it rains powdery, filthy, stick-to-everything dirt.

Every.

Single.

Day.

I know. I know.

You’re all looking at these pictures.

And just wishing.

Longing.

That there was some way.

That you could rush on over to my house.

And help me do my laundry.

Every.

Single.

Day.

You’re welcome anytime.

This is my life.

AND I LOVE IT!

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