Waiting for Home

Barefoot, she stands, waiting. A restless breeze tugs at her hair before moving on, leaving behind the faint scent of the ocean; a scent that fills her simultaneously with a soothing calm and an unquenchable restless. Head thrown back, she stands, waiting. Her eyes search the evening sky, watching as the stars wink into existence,... Continue Reading →

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