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As I walked down a quiet street in Nantucket, I was struck by the presence of this lavender-shuttered home as it caught the afternoon sun. The home was humming with warmth, holding the laughter, salt air, and whispered stories of everyone who’s paused beneath its shade. Locals say it was built by a sailor who promised his bride that every sunset would live in their windows. I was told if you stand at the crosswalk at just the right moment, you might catch the sailor himself in the upstairs window, still watching for his love to come home.
As I walked down a quiet street in Nantucket, I was struck by the presence of this lavender-shuttered home as it caught the afternoon sun. The home was humming with warmth, holding the laughter, salt air, and whispered stories of everyone who’s paused beneath its shade. Locals say it was built by a sailor who promised his bride that every sunset would live in their windows. I was told if you stand at the crosswalk at just the right moment, you might catch the sailor himself in the upstairs window, still watching for his love to come home.