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Dear you, 


The wind lifts my hair, my dress, my spirit, and never lets it go. The howling is so loud in my ears it feels like the whole universe is rushing by. Words don’t suffice to describe this unparalleled experience. A total surrender to the elemental moment releases my soul to fly high as I run barefoot arms open with abandon. From the peak of the dunes aglow, I witness in awe as the sun dips below the horizon of the Indian Ocean. Peace imprints on my being just as sand sticks to my hair. 


Always in your light, 

Australia Series - Lancelin Clarity

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