When I saw the Man O War pic, I was like... so pretty! (In a dangerous sort of way.) Now that I see you took those pics at Mustang Island, I'm mildly disturbed, having spent the better part of a weekend camping trip in the water there, several years back. (Before that trip, I was not aware that the Gulf came in colors other than mucky brown.)
One night, we walked over to the beach from our campsite (promising a quick and bloody death to any mosquito that dared land on us), dug a little pit in the sand, and set about catching crabs to put in it. We named each one. Yes, I was a deeply strange teenager, why do you ask?
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One night, we walked over to the beach from our campsite (promising a quick and bloody death to any mosquito that dared land on us), dug a little pit in the sand, and set about catching crabs to put in it. We named each one. Yes, I was a deeply strange teenager, why do you ask?
But I still think the Man O War is pretty.
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