I found a little girl on the pier with no memory after a typhoon and adopted her. Fifteen years later, a ship sailed in bearing her mother.
The salty wind toyed with Marina’s hair as she, squinting against the sun, laid another stroke on the canvas. Azure bled softly into indigo, forming that very unique shade of the sea on the verge of sunset—so close and yet unreachable, as if trying to hold light in your palms. She was twenty now, but … Read more