“My Love” - #writing
The wind played with her hair. The sun kissed it. A warm wave lapped up around her, bathing her body in a salty spray. A gull called to her, but she lay dead. A crab poked at her cold toe.”
©2021
“My Love” - #writing
The wind played with her hair. The sun kissed it. A warm wave lapped up around her, bathing her body in a salty spray. A gull called to her, but she lay dead. A crab poked at her cold toe.”
©2021