"She was the tide, always drifting in and out of the lives of those who loved her. Eternally..."

“She was the tide, always drifting in and out of the lives of those who loved her. Eternally indecisive, unable to discern whether she desired the solidity and safety of land, or the wild freedom of the ocean.”

- Beau Taplin •  W i l d  O c e a n