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A well-worn path threads along the grassy shore, a narrow ribbon of packed earth that traces the cliff’s edge. Each step bears the memory of countless mornings: footprints pressed into soft soil, a smear where a hand brushed a stalk of dune grass. Below, the beach unfurls in a broad sweep of sand, where waves crash and throw themselves upward in white froth, then retreat with the steady, patient rhythm of the sea.
The morning clouds hang low and generous, layered in pillowy banks that catch the first light. A golden glow blooms along their undersides, spilled honey and molten brass, spilling down in streaks that set the shore alight. Dew on the grass catches the light and becomes a scatter of tiny jewels, each blade tipped in fire. The air tastes like salt and cool stone, alive with the hiss of surf and the distant cry of gulls.
Along the path, tufts of beach grass bow and straighten in the wind, tenacious and bright against the cliff’s edge.
14” x 18” Unframed
A well-worn path threads along the grassy shore, a narrow ribbon of packed earth that traces the cliff’s edge. Each step bears the memory of countless mornings: footprints pressed into soft soil, a smear where a hand brushed a stalk of dune grass. Below, the beach unfurls in a broad sweep of sand, where waves crash and throw themselves upward in white froth, then retreat with the steady, patient rhythm of the sea.
The morning clouds hang low and generous, layered in pillowy banks that catch the first light. A golden glow blooms along their undersides, spilled honey and molten brass, spilling down in streaks that set the shore alight. Dew on the grass catches the light and becomes a scatter of tiny jewels, each blade tipped in fire. The air tastes like salt and cool stone, alive with the hiss of surf and the distant cry of gulls.
Along the path, tufts of beach grass bow and straighten in the wind, tenacious and bright against the cliff’s edge.
14” x 18” Unframed