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There is a special place in my heart for the mornings, best spent wedged between a warm husband and a fluffy dog. Love has two legs, but it also has four. It has straight brown hair cut like a sailor, or unruly black and white curls of a spaniel.

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We leave for shops at the marina to smell the salty air and let Pudge make friends with other puppies. He chases the seagulls as we explore the sailboats adorned with mermaids. Some have flowing blonde hair and a bodice of shells and exotic flowers.

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The main strip is the hub of marina life. There is a special corner under a blinking light where a Dutch door stands. Overtop, there is a sign plastered with stickers nearly blocking out the Viking Brew logo.

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Down the street, the aroma of coffee beans turns to chocolate and tobacco. The smell is captivating and invites all to wander into the courtyard to meet a red springer puppy and a basket full of fresh blooms. A sign hangs loosely from the basket, “Free flowers from Francesca.”

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The shopkeeper is joined by his wife outside in the courtyard. The men share Navy stories and laugh at jokes I will never fully understand. As for his wife, I hand her a cappuccino from Viking Brew, and she trades me another flower.

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We have become old friends as of late, sharing mornings with sleepy eyes and happy puppies. She knows of my love for flowers as I know of her closet addiction to coffee.

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My husband and I walk with fingers interlaced, in my other hand a half empty coffee cup with two stems pressed to it with my fingers, in his other hand a leash.

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Pudge is ready for a mid-morning nap with a belly full of treats, enticed to the warm sun, on the dock, under the seagulls, and among the fishermen’s boats.