“Driftwood Dreams-Outer Banks”
“On a small, hidden beach along the sound in Salvo, this weathered driftwood rested quietly in the dunes, carried here by years of tides and storms. Alone in nature, with only a gentle breeze and the faint whisper of small waves lapping the shore, the night felt untouched by time. Beneath a galaxy so vast and luminous, it seemed as though the stars themselves had guided this wandering branch to its final home.”
