Summer of my Love

The fantasy of photo

Never did justice to the beauty of these days

I wanted to encapsulate them, absorb them into my being

the sense of simplicity of forgetting all but this~

The wind in my hair, listening to my child laugh, submerging myself in the ocean and falling asleep under a tree


Showering after a long day of salt and sun

These days, like so many others in my life

Are the days I carry with me like torn journals of script…keeping it in my memory of gratitude for this existence

I remember it all



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