By the time you reach Station 3, the crowds have thinned. You decide to sit on the edge of the shore, toes dipped in the waves, breeze flowing through the holes of your coverup. Watching the fishermen cast their net against the gold-tinged sky, you think to yourself, “I’m home.”
By the time you reach Station 3, the crowds have thinned. You decide to sit on the edge of the shore, toes dipped in the waves, breeze flowing through the holes of your coverup. Watching the fishermen cast their net against the gold-tinged sky, you think to yourself, “I’m home.”
SAVANNAH
MEDIUM
NO RIPS, TEARS, OR STAINS
COTTON, & RAMIE
