Amber Miller
2d ago
Rising slow, still dripping. Sunset or me—what’s holding your gaze?
Rising slow, still dripping. Sunset or me—what’s holding your gaze?
Golden hour, slipping straps, and sand between my toes—just another day by the shore.
Just another day by the water. Salt air, wet hair, and no regrets.
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