Silky dress floats in the breeze, light and airy. Life smells like coconut sunscreen, tastes like raspberries.
The clink of ice cubes in a glass as favorite tune, daydreaming as preferred mental activity.
Pink on my nails, sun on my skin, water under my feet. In the spirit of summertime escapism, nothing across my mind. Nothing but play. Blame it on July.
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