Of warmer shores or bluer waters,
But when I breath in the mist of Mamma Pacific,
Time no longer matters.
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Thursday, May 2, 2013
Salt Air
Of warmer shores or bluer waters,
But when I breath in the mist of Mamma Pacific,
Time no longer matters.
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I hope that your trip was an abundance of everything you needed it to be.
Hope you are well.
It was, it really was. I (we) ate well, rested in silence, laughed psychotically, walked lonely beaches, drank rosé straight from the bottle, lounged in a hot tub, and shared talked of every nature on earth. I'm ready to go back already. :)
I absolutely love your shelter!
Water in all forms is purely magic.
In your heart, this seems to be your true home.
The ocean is a part of you. You are a part of it.
That salty air can work wonders on your mind, body,
& soul. You're living proof of that, Dove.
XX
Having only briefly spent time at the Pacific- I only have the Atlantic to compare. But, I do love the ocean on this side of things and know that lost feeling. Glad you marinated in her splendor. :)
All these bodies of water somehow mingle,,, all so magical and mysterious. You look lovely on the beach!
I thrill at finding you here by the ocean, both artistically and spiritually, beautiful. x
Beautiful images, I LOVE your skirt girlie :-)
I am so with you on that sister....the purest of medicine she gives
love and light
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