Keeper of the light, guardian of the storm.
The wind howls through the narrow corridors of the lighthouse, rattling the glass panes as the sea surges below. Hands gripping the salt-worn railing, The Watchman stands firm against the elements, his gaze locked on the horizon where jagged waves churn beneath a sky heavy with the coming stor
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Smells like the sea & longing
It just makes me feel something like reading a good book in an old cabin on a lake. Or the air on Achill Island in Ireland. It’s very peaceful and gentle my only wish is for it to longer lasting.
But reapplying is also pleasing and calming.