Waiting For A Gift From The Sea

The clock strikes at half past seven and it is time to go down to the ocean. Down, down to a small beach with entry nearly hidden by dunes, securing my privacy there. My shoes are like prisons on my feet and I liberate myself to feel the sand between my toes. Fading sunlight dances off the waves, a breeze runs through my hair with a gentle touch, my senses are overwhelmed. I stare out into the distance looking for ships, searching for dolphins, seeking whatever the ocean has to offer.

Outfit details:
secondhand scarf (in hair)
Dear Creatures dress
Amanda Deer necklace
secondhand shoes


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