desert isle

I'm-Not-Telling But You-Can-Guess Beach
Sandy redistributed the, er, sand on the island, and after every storm the coastline changes. Now is the time to peep into the windows of the summer people and pick the last flowers from their gardens and steal their pears for tarts. We have the run of the place. The so-called Roll Call Dinner at the Harbor Baptist Church on Tuesday will prove who's left in residence. I will make it, but then will be closing up and headed for another, more populated island.

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