Chillin out at Cotton Tree

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As the hustle and bustle of the morning stepped up I found myself tucked into a magic little corner at Cotton tree. Out of the wind and away from the pounding swell my only company was a beautiful sunrise, an old lady tucking into the weeds of her front lawn across the road and a bare chested retiree sipping a coffee from his balcony keeping an eye on his patch of paradise!

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