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Summer at Naudic is not a season; it is a slow start to the year. Leave the watch behind. The tide will tell you when it’s time to come home, and it never does. Dawn walks barefoot, pockets heavy with salt-etched treasures. Sun-bleached blue, the shade of the shore at noon, you wear the horizon low on your hips. No itinerary, no return flight, only the slow rhythm of searching, gathering, letting go.
