Dear Culebra,
When the winds pick up and the clouds are dark and scuttling across the sky, that is one of my favorite times to go to the beach. It wasn't a flashy wild, electrical storm of Florida beach times, that can almost make you think you might implode with sheer negative ion joy. It was softly wild, rather, just grey and windy with spitting on and off rain. It was Perfect.
At Flamenco,
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