I imagine something about becoming acquainted with the dark moods of coastal weather. A gentle warning not to invest too much in anything we’re not prepared to lose. A good-natured reminder that we are all just guests here at the beach and to act accordingly.
Lillian and Louie’s descendants visit The Bunny Hutch from time to time, though many are now scattered around the country. They are determined to keep The Bunny Hutch sustainable for generations to come despite the pressures from developers and rising taxes.
No one talks about fixing up The Bunny Hutch or renting it out or tearing it down or cashing it in. The family’s most cherished heirloom will remain the simple “bathing station” it was always intended to be–a place to duck into to wash up after a dip in the ocean, a place to sail to on a crisp September afternoon, a place to bring friends and celebrate sunsets.
Meanwhile, Louie and Lillian’s investment in their family’s happiness, this tiny living time capsule, has become a legacy for us all. A reminder of the way the beach used to be, the way we ourselves used to be.
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