![]() ![]() ![]() The two of them stopping to kiss by the water's edge, feeling again the warmth of his lips, the taste of his mouth, the pressure of his body against hers. Suddenly she was older walking along that same beach hand in hand with David at night, the moon lighting a path across the water. Kate could see herself younger, happier running on the beach with her sister Maggie long before marriages and children and careers had pulled them in different directions. Or other long days spent lying on the beach or walking in the surf as she gathered seashells and pretty stones, and swimming in the gentle waves of Nantucket Sound. Days spent as a buyer herself searching all over the Cape for just the right piece of art for her store. Admiring people walking through the store buying whatever took their fancy. ![]() The Sea Witch filled with one of a kind gifts and works of art lit by the sun on a fragrant summer day. Lying in the semidarkness, light filtering through the flimsy curtains that covered the sliding doors, Kate tried to focus on happier things. ![]()
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