Go he said, Until rock gives way to sea, gives way to Salt and air and the elements all— Until feet touch land that creaks, melts and sighs. Rippling, crashing, splitting beneath you, It’s tired arms open to the cold of night— Everything frozen, everything hushed. And then, with eyes at rest, look closely. Closer. Closer still. And in that moment, you will find me— Indeed you will see. ~Borrowed Anthropologie "Burlap Luxe" "Click on photo enlarge details"
You will find me reading love letters from the sea. "Burlap Luxe love letters from the sea wreath"