Surf's Up
The afternoon wanes and I'm sitting windswept on the sands, board at my side. The sea's roar is the only sound for miles—the rhythmic crash of waves as the sun dips low. My friends have packed up, leaving just the sea and me. The horizon blurs into oranges and purples, one last chance to dance with the waves, to feel the salt spray kiss my face. Surf's Up.
This polaroid was inspired by my own experiences growing up near the Gower coastline in South Wales, the sea and the waves never far away. What is your favourite memory by the sea?
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