Shards of Dawn
The sea remembered my name long before he did.
Each wave, a
Cloud Collector
The Dust of Second Chances
The rain always smelled like memory here. A fine, silver dust clinging
Dust Motes & Serendipity
The rain always seemed to find its way back here, didn'
Golden Echoes
The rain had finally yielded, a bruised purple yielding to the tentative
Salt & Starlight
The sand still held the ghost of twilight, a lavender warmth against
Salt & Stardust
The sand still held the warmth of yesterday’s sun, a lingering
