There鈥檚 something magical about the way the sun sparkles on the waves, reminding me of the fleeting moments we share. It鈥檚 in the laughter carried by the breeze and the warmth of sand on skin that I find myself wondering about connections that whisper between the tides. Beach day
There鈥檚 something magical about the way the sun sparkles on the waves, reminding me of the fleeting moments we share. It鈥檚 in the laughter carried by the breeze and the warmth of sand on skin that I find myself wondering about connections that whisper between the tides. 馃寠鉁˙each day
