"a secret freedom opens through a crevice you can barely see."
-Rumi
I lay down on the barren shore and purest waters wash over me. My long hair tangled in the seaweed like a mermaid. A whisper of a psalm drifts through the air.
a silent soul
washed by the sea
Kerrie
Peace Beads available in my
Photography & words by
Kerrie Sanderson Seawashed
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