Nautical Love

Here’s to summer and all of its glory. Here’s to friends, the beach, white pants and blue shoes. Here’s to the pool and a Cuba Libre.

What do I want this summer? Just that.

Quote:

I grow old . . .I grow old . . .
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
- T. S. Eliot

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