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The spa week guests sat on Adirondack chairs gathered around a larger firepit that Bennett and Mitch had built last summer on the sandy portion of the property near the beach. The flickering orange flames were just enough to chase the chill from the air as the sun inched toward the horizon, bathing the setting in golden hues. The ocean was a rich aquamarine-blue today, gently caressing the shoreline. Ivy thought she couldn’t have painted a more relaxing picture.
This was the perfect beginning for their guests.
“Welcome to a week of relaxation and rejuvenation,” she began. “I hope you’ve all had a chance to glance at the activities ahead.”
“I’ll be up for yoga tomorrow,” Gayle said, nodding to Shelly.
“That’s great. Poppy and I will alternate,” Shelly said. “I’m pacing myself for ob
