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oh the stories it could tell

I am clinging onto my mothers back, hands twined tight around her neck. She is swimming me across the ocean from one point to another. I remember being petrified; that if I let go, I would sink without a trace below. This is my earliest memory of the sea. Now, I wake up, go for a run, and the ocean streams past me. On Sundays at the farmers market, the sea is the backdrop. When I want to go to the library or drop into a museum, the windows frame pictures of blue skies and even bluer waters. The water wraps around my every day life. It adds a weightlessness to the landscape.

Dress is vintage from Missy's Room Clutch is vintage handed down from my motherBelt from Portmans Jacket from Tempt Wedges from Number One Shoe Warehouse

The Sea for You

6768 Miles Apart

see what i see