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Some friends of ours treated us to a few days at the magnificent Weekapaug Inn. Nestled on an inlet off the coast of Rhode Island, they have mastered the art of subtle excellence.
Sunday morning was impossibly warm, close to the 50's so my daughter and I got up early to see the sunrise.
Instead of shells, there are beautifully polished stones, honed by time and the waves of the sea.
Remnants of crab abound, fascinating for a city kid
And for these warm December days, and a daughter whose heart is still full of wonder, I offer this entry as a record of grace
