Tag: beach
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Seashells in Winter

I smile as I remember, reflected on those shells, immense moments of joy and warmth. I can hear the laughter, I can feel the salty air on my face sitting on a porch swing and on a hammock at midnight.

I smile as I remember, reflected on those shells, immense moments of joy and warmth. I can hear the laughter, I can feel the salty air on my face sitting on a porch swing and on a hammock at midnight.