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ㅤㅤㅤsalt in the air honey in her heart
ㅤㅤㅤsunlight spills like honey across
ㅤㅤㅤ    warm skin while the ocean


𓆡°｡ [ 🌺 ]  breeze carries laughter unfiltered free and wild coconutscented warmth lingers in the air tangled hair dances with the wind and bare feet press stories into soft sand with every step there's no need to rush here time moves slow like the sway of palms or the rhythm of waves !!

the art of doing nothing (under the sun)

eyes close under the golden sky not to escape but feel everything deeper the world is quieter near the sea thoughts loosen shoulders drop  only plan is to follow the sun

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTIED       :             TANSKIN

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SUMMER MONTH [ JUNE ]’S sunscreen’s melting stares are lingering and i haven’t checked a clock since 11 AM

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ㅤㅤㅤno rules just instincts long drives
ㅤㅤcold fruit and a playlist full of crashing
ㅤㅤ tides and soft guitar there’s beauty
ㅤㅤthe mess in salty skin sunburnt cheeks

𓋇 𓂃 🥥 🌺 🐋

ㅤㅤㅤand uneven tan lines some call it chaos
ㅤㅤbut it’s the kind that feels like freedom kind
ㅤㅤ that lives only in warm months and fading
ㅤㅤsunsets nothing is permanent and that’s what
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤmakes it golden

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the sun climbs higher painting the world in gold and lemon skin glows with sweat and sunscreen soft music hums from a speaker buried in the sand [ ESTATE 203 LIMBO ] XII 🐚 °｡ ⋆

and everything tastes a little sweeter under this kind of light mango juice on the tongue salt on the skin laughter echoing over crashing waves 🪼

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ㅤㅤ  the beach towel’s half-covered in sand
ㅤㅤ  flip-flops kicked off without a second
ㅤㅤ  thought a peach-scented  mist hangs
ㅤㅤ  faint in the air mixing with salt coconut

no one’s in a hurry shoulders glisten glasses slide down noses someone says “let’s never go back” and no one disagrees there’s a joy in letting go of posture backs arched on sunbeds legs tangled and bare heat soaking into every curve and line the waves come close, but not too close, like they’re watching too.

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ㅤㅤ Nathsora Mischey ㅤㅤㅤ

𖦹 PEACH SCENTED SUMMER THOUGHTS 🌺 𖦹 

delivered under the noon sun with wet hair lazy hips and a glass of iced tea type slowly probably reading in a hammock pretending not to wait for your message.