Morning carried a different kind of energy. A cool breeze knifed through the heat, lifting hair and napkins and spirits alike. Grandparents arrived with thermoses of coffee and a tattered picnic blanket that had seen summers across decades. Cousins, now a little taller, traded loud shrieks for conspiratorial grins as they plotted the next tableau: a slow-motion runway where barefoot models would parade the latest in beach couture — mismatched shirts, sun-bleached hats, and a ceremonial lei crafted from dandelions and ribbon.
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