Third cottage from the public beach, it’s the tiny one with blue trim. You know, the one right next to the red cottage. That’s 77 Fortunes Rocks Road.
It’s the smallest cottage resting on three miles of sandy, Maine beach. Within the four walls is everything I define summer by. And, if those four walls could talk, well, they would probably tell the stories that will unfold in the pages to come. Stories of laughter and tears, triumphs and sorrows, drunken nights and sobering moments. Tales of a family that is nowhere near perfect, but a family who loves each other just the same.
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