Oh, the events that unfolded this year. One broken shoulder, countless outdoor showers, a breakdance routine with a jailhouse pose, swimming for hours in the ocean, Pilar's first brass ring at The Flying Horses, a hermit crab on the beach, a canoe ride to Menemsha, endless cards games with Cruz, new friends from Philadelphia, reacquainting with cousins, aunts, and uncles, and the scattering of ashes in the glass clear Atlantic on a blue sky summer day. Can't get much better than that, my friends.
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