I fell in love in Kiawah — twice.
The first object of my affection was the island itself. To experience the euphoria I felt, you need only imagine yourself behind the wheel. You have just turned off the main highway and are traveling through South Carolina’s Low Country on a narrow ribbon of road framed by live oaks with spindly limbs draped in Spanish Moss.





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