Edisto Escape

Sometimes high expectations are doomed by real life. Like watching your grown daughters become friends, and grandchildren become brothers, in the space of half a day.
And I became the queen of Sheba.

We met at “Hurricane House” in Edisto (or Edisto Beach or Edisto Island – we never were sure of the municipal parameters). Second floor, of course. It seems that everything in Edisto is built to allow freaky high tides and hurricanes the right of way.

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via The Citizen http://www.thecitizen.com/blogs/sallie-satterthwaite/11-19-2013/edisto-escape

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