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Summer's Delight
Heat as temporary permission.
Summer charges interest on the skin. Sand sticks. Waves knock the knees. You stay anyway because the body voted yes before the mind filed objections.
Retreat is not escape only. It is noticing how loud the quiet becomes when the season allows laziness.
Dog days are honest: joy and sweat share a towel.
The breeze still arrives from the water after sundown.
JV · Dark Heart Labs