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i have an image myself in a knee length shirt dress, riding a charmingly retro bicycle with a big wire basket down the side of a new england beach, high with the wispy grass you often see on the north shore. inside my basket is a checkered hankerchief, filled with lunch treats, and undoubtedly a beach blanket. i'd ride and ride, until i found a quiet area of the beach, lay out my blanket, snack and swim, snack and swim. then i'd get on my bike and ride home.
in reality, this is my dearest memory from summer weekends spent in block island.
in reality, this is my dearest memory from summer weekends spent in block island.