Wrightsville · Masonboro
Salt files the shoulder while you sleep.
A wet seven left in a trunk after a dawn loop is a plate left in the fountain. The film dries in the wall and the next swing burnishes it round.
Tova Hensley keeps a salt log: days with onshore wind, days the Riverwalk smelled like low tide, days Greenfield fog never lifted. Groove wear in this town is a weather sheet, not a round count.
If you play Airlie shade in July, the face stays wet longer and the walls fail faster. If you only play Castle Street afternoons in winter, the same mill can still be type-high. Tell the floor the hour, not the handicap.