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Drifting, aloof, dreams of everything I want to be. Such beauty in a little bit of water and a well praised relief from the stinging sun.
The ground suddenly darkens, the cool blesses our cheeks, we see the shadow puddles on the grass. Up high, stretched cotton pulled thin into trailing fingers can still block the sun.
Drifting, aloof, dreams of everything I want to be. Such beauty in a little bit of water and a well praised relief from the stinging sun.
The ground suddenly darkens, the cool blesses our cheeks, we see the shadow puddles on the grass. Up high, stretched cotton pulled thin into trailing fingers can still block the sun.