Someday, I want to live by the sea. When I get up in the morning the first thing I want to hear is the soft lap of the ocean on the shore. The air so fragrant with salt and sun will whisk around thru open windows, and then race back out to the wide blue. I want a house with Terracotta tiles, and grape arbors, and roses...by the sea.
Wistful,
Krista
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