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The lazy June evening sun awaits.
Tiptoeing across sandstone pavements and grass that's ever so cool. Heat clings to skin like a mask and we stir things up. It is summer.
Pools of cold water offer refuge to our flammable hearts and we spiral deep into them. But when we come out, fighting the weight of the water, we find ourselves dyed in hues of purple and turqoise and magenta.
When we stand before each other, recognition fails to appear in our eyes.