normandy, sicily
lemon trees, sweet smell of orange blossoms
diving into a river
jumping off of a cliff
midnight cuddles with a man without any hope,
not knowing his name or where he came from
tan lines, sunscreen
short nails, seashells
glimmering sunlight, hungover tress from the late night rain
I turn to the river for kindness, a spot of dark for shelter
my dads fish is insufferable but today the light hits my glass real well
the summer breeze
un-named men with blazers and tees
four days, three nights, in normandy, or sicily
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