Last Weeks

Logging in some closing hours at Winn's big dune.  Will she experience major bouts of melancholy when she learns, come fall, that not all roads lead to watery dream-like playlands?  That in fact, many lead to gas stations, pharmacies, and mini-marts?  In the meantime, we'll take it while we have it.

J. failed in his attempt to de-sand the child, so she lost the suit entirely:

While Elle napped, blissful and ignorant, those cute feet wiggling in the breeze: