The bubbling white caps of the swells break in muted howls against the rough-edged rocks below. It's one of those beautifully melancholic coastal days where the wind has a steel-cold tinge and the clouds lay thick as city walls in the persistent grey sky. You're sitting on the edge of a cliff, eyes rhythmically following the waves beyond your dangling feet, wearing this subtly striped, fully lined, Dear Creatures tunic. You decided to wear the tunic as a dress today by throwing it over a full ... More
The bubbling white caps of the swells break in muted howls against the rough-edged rocks below. It's one of those beautifully melancholic coastal days where the wind has a steel-cold tinge and the clouds lay thick as city walls in the persistent grey sky. You're sitting on the edge of a cliff, eyes rhythmically following the waves beyond your dangling feet, wearing this subtly striped, fully lined, Dear Creatures tunic. You decided to wear the tunic as a dress today by throwing it over a full slip and sweatery leggings. Its embroidered scalloped edges, button-down front, on-seam pockets, and flare-creating waist tie round out your feeling of calm, and perched alone, high above the sea, there's not a thing you could change to make this moment more picturesque.
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