Spell ~ Oceans of Love
Days are long, so are lunches by the sea, mid morning turns to sunset and layers of salt mist dust your skin. Waves crest and crash against passing fishermen’s creaking wooden boats. She has escaped reality with her lover, taking to the sea where time moves like honey, the only indication of its passing being tangerine sunsets and flossy dawns.
Oceans of Love- Part 2
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