Chronicles of a Messy Mum; Peace in a bottle.
Chronicles of a Messy Mum; Peace in a bottle.
My hair is a mess, I am not bothered. The sea breeze is frantically beating my skin, it is invigorating. My lungs inhale the salty air and fill me full of life. I could sit by the sea forever, it feels like home.
The roar of the seagulls have replaced the drone of the city. The boats sit still on the water, waiting for their next journey. The sky is abundant with soft, fine clouds and the sun…
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