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[Image of a statue of Neptune. “GREETINGS FROM VIRGINIA BEACH” in white text].

Mom, 

The Atlantic feels different than the sea back home, but waves still swell, and salt stings my chapped lips. Half the beach tried to come home with me, clinging to my hair and the lining of my suit. Remember how you powdered me with Gold Bond after a sunburn? 

Please write. I know you’re mad, but I don’t know why. 

--Postcard