We tried to enter the beach at the public access parking lot the furthest south amongst the beach houses but it was washed out yet again so we turned around and went to the firehouse main entrance. The first thing I saw before walking out on the beach was this single flower, blown there from someone's crape myrtle?
The beach is always loveliest when it's dirty from nature's bounty, in my estimation whether that be a blown in flower or washed in muck.
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