There’s something wonderfully poetic about dead, sea-beaten...

There’s something wonderfully poetic about dead, sea-beaten trees on a beach. They tried; the ocean won.

I’m currently sitting in dimly lit room wearing a fluffy weighted robe, though, so I think I won too. #spaday (at Folly Beach, South Carolina)

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