You look so sad in your sleep, as if you are having a nightmare. I’m right here, right by your side, and I’m not going anywhere anymore. How do I live without you?

You look so sad in your sleep, as if you are having a nightmare. I’m right here, right by your side, and I’m not going anywhere anymore. How do I live without you?

You look so sad in your sleep, as if you are having a nightmare. I’m right here, right by your side, and I’m not going anywhere anymore. How do I live without you?

“I find the sea to be both a natural expression of our human world, and a healing balm for it.” By pastel artist Jeanne Rosier Smith.

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