Somewhere along our drive up to Ogunquit, my stresses started to melt away. We opened the windows and breathed in that clean air that you just can't get in Beacon Hill. I've been here less than twenty-four hours but I already feel myself smiling more, laughing loudly, and leaving my Blackberry behind. Happiness can be found everywhere....
....from discovering the awesomeness of sunglasses...
...from finding my balance in the waves...
...and writing your name in the sand...
...and always, always, always....in a cold beer and boiled lobster...
Happiness can definitely be found in Maine.
xoxo
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