Becoming a Farm Girl

The sea breeze was still tirelessly blowing, the waves crashing against the rocks, falling white foam shards, startling seagulls flying everywhere, their cries echoing all around.,Needless to say, she'll be busy again soon and will have to replan her little world.,Perhaps sensing his frustration, the waves beat against the rocks with even more force. For a moment, they surged skyward in a flurry of foam, creating a breathtaking spectacle as they crashed and rolled back down.。