oak island, north carolina is calling my name. tomorrow I am headed to the beach for a week with the kramer side of the family. the house is referred to as "pig-out-palace" and is the place that defines my childhood, for that is where I would spend the greater part of every summer. just thinking about it makes me able to smell the way it smells when you first walk in the door. you know that beach smell? an equal mix of pluff mud, laundry, sunscreen and memories. I've always felt happier there, away from the hustle and bustle, just to sit for endless hours with your feet buried in the sand. for the next week you will find me, sitting on the dock of the bay.

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