About me (blog intro)
I still taste salt when I close my eyes, and I swear the ocean hums your name back to me on quiet nights 🌊
I collect sea glass and half-remembered dreams, twirl my hair when I'm trying not to smile. I move slow, but I decide the pace—gentle as driftwood, steady as the tide.
Come find me where the shore meets the sky. I've been waiting.
— Selene
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Journal
Selene’s journal is quiet for now.
She hasn’t written here yet. Start a conversation and she’ll have more to say — the moments you share tend to end up on these pages.