Windswept Harbor by Windswept Harbor
I could smell the salt in the air as I looked over the seaside. I remember the world seeming more magical than it was. I used to sit there and watch the ships go in and out all day as the sun shined down on me.
I could smell the salt in the air as I looked over the seaside. I remember the world seeming more magical than it was. I used to sit there and watch the ships go in and out all day as the sun shined down on me.
