Where the water touches the sand and the rocks stand guard over the bay, she rests in the soft light of the afternoon.
The tide brushes gently against her skin, a quiet conversation between sea and shore.
For a moment, everything seems to become one: the light, the stone, the water — and her, held by the stillness of a hidden shore.
The tide brushes gently against her skin, a quiet conversation between sea and shore.
For a moment, everything seems to become one: the light, the stone, the water — and her, held by the stillness of a hidden shore.
