Emerald Echoes
The rain always seemed to find me in corners.
Not dramatic downpours,
Grace
Golden Echoes
The wind tasted like honey and something wilder.
I tilted my face
Golden Dust & Quiet Echoes
The rain had finally retreated, leaving the city slicked with a hesitant
The Echo in the Mist
The rain hadn’t entirely ceased, clinging to the cobblestones like a
Salt & Echoes
The salt spray tasted like a forgotten memory. Not a painful one,
Salt & Shadow
The sand still held the memory of his warmth. It wasn’t