I open the bin that holds my off season clothes and there lies my summer wardrobe. Hello, old friends. I’ve miss you. Can’t wait to wear you again.
Read MoreI didn’t think there was time. The afternoon was already closing in and passing by, the weekend waning fast.
Read MoreI’m quite amazed that I can sit here at the picnic table on the terrace and write to you. In a sundress, no less.
Read MoreA length of cotton rope, tight between two posts. White cotton sheets, draped and dancing in the breeze. Glorious summer sun.
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