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Description
From the dark of the moon we arrive, silent as seaweed drifting below the murk of the frothing sea. On the pale of the sand we walk, listening to the hush of the wind through the tall dune grass. We find you there, waiting for us, before the first glimpse of dawn on the horizon.

"Come home," we plea, fingers grasping for one another.

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Ink and pen on 11x14in paper
fallenlights.net <-portfolio
facebook.com/laurapelick <- facebook
fallen-lights.tumblr.com <- tumblr

Description
From the dark of the moon we arrive, silent as seaweed drifting below the murk of the frothing sea. On the pale of the sand we walk, listening to the hush of the wind through the tall dune grass. We find you there, waiting for us, before the first glimpse of dawn on the horizon.

"Come home," we plea, fingers grasping for one another.

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Ink and pen on 11x14in paper
fallenlights.net <-portfolio
facebook.com/laurapelick <- facebook
fallen-lights.tumblr.com <- tumblr