The Outer Banks in late August. The air was thick with salt and the promise of a storm that hadn’t broken yet. The sun, low and heavy, bled orange across the water of Figure Eight.
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The Outer Banks in late August. The air was thick with salt and the promise of a storm that hadn’t broken yet. The sun, low and heavy, bled orange across the water of Figure Eight.