Pink Champagne

… or, even better, the drawing to a close of another summer evening. Here at Kits Beach, while the violinist beneath her preferred tree draws her bow to tell the tale of Danny Boy, and the volleyball teams spike balls over their nets, the sun has but a minute before it’s swallowed by benevolent clouds and we toast life on the west coast.

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