The ocean’s salty drops touched her skin, each bead a whisper from the deep. In that moment, she understood the meaning of life, not through words, but through sensation. The brine carried stories of eternity, of beginnings and endings folding... Continue Reading →
To escape and sit quietly on the beach - that's my idea of paradise.Emilia Wickstead https://videopress.com/v/OnLAw5wi?preloadContent=auto
Scents of Science 