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the coast, it is just as you promised.          elusive-- the white stones shifting beneath my feet, this wind. this rain, the way the steely sky trickles down to kiss the sea, the indistinct rumors / hints / echoes of mountains where the mist has slept with the trees.                        vast, inconsolable: the cliffs whisper to me of their endless journey to the horizon, and captured in this fragrant brushstroke of balsam and pine I feel the damp northwest morning soak into my skin, and suddenly there is an itching of feathers and salt in my veins.                                       {evergreen, wild}                      for a second, I bite into the marine chaos of these dancing whitecaps, and it is just as you promised. untamable.       pacific.
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Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 7:50 PM UTC
vancouver dreams
the coast, it is just as you promised.          elusive-- the white stones shifting beneath my feet, this wind. this rain, the way the steely sky trickles down to kiss the sea, the indistinct rumors / hints / echoes of mountains where the mist has slept with the trees.                        vast, inconsolable: the cliffs whisper to me of their endless journey to the horizon, and captured in this fragrant brushstroke of balsam and pine I feel the damp northwest morning soak into my skin, and suddenly there is an itching of feathers and salt in my veins.                                       {evergreen, wild}                      for a second, I bite into the marine chaos of these dancing whitecaps, and it is just as you promised. untamable.       pacific.
the drive up to whistler is absolutely breathtaking // falling hopelessly in love with the pacific northwest
ayana-harscoet
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Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 7:50 PM UTC
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