It was called the Green Flash Bar and we spent some sunsets searching for the legend.
Facing west across a stretch of sand, staring at the horizon.
Gray water tugging and pulling at the shore.
Lovers cuddled on the beach, hoping that the big orange ball dipping into the water would ignite something between them.
Or reignite.
This was pre-selfie, pre-smart-ph…
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