“November--with uncanny witchery in its changed trees. With murky red sunsets flaming in smoky crimson behind the westering hills. With dear days when the austere woods were beautiful and gracious...
There’s something magical about the beach in springtime: the chalky sand speckled with bleached seashells, the crisp, salty smell of the sea, the chilly breeze that makes you quiver and wake up from a prolonged daydream and most of all, the infinite blue of the waves and the sky that expands until it completely envelops you. You dream about this all winter and you almost can’t believe it when it happens.
I’m wearing: Zara striped top, vintage skirt via The Dear Hunters, Moschino sunnies, H&M necklace, Accessorize scarf
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