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[anna_was_emma]

There is no such thing as a sunrise that is not spectacular on Shell Beach. This particular morning, as the sky is illuminated with scarlet and pink and gold, a dark-haired woman can be found seated at the end of a pier. Her legs dangle over the edge, bare feet getting hit now and then with a spray of fine, salty mist as the waves break. There is a sketchbook on her lap, and a set of small, well-used oil pastels by her hip.
She can never quite capture the colors of the sky over Shell Beach, but she'll keep trying until the day she dies.

((xposted to fandom_unlimited))