bellydancing and singing
and dying my skin and hair with henna.
Watching nostalgic
movies and sewing and
sleeping in the woods and being barefoot
and rediscovering comfort
in nudity. Spend sleepy mornings
in cool blankets watching the
sun come through the windows.
Wake before dawn and
spend some quality time with a fireplace and a cup of hot cocoa. Soak in warm summer nights.
FIll my
time with anticipation of
flea markets and festivals and
take up every
opportunity for one that
comes my way. Learn to
cook beautiful, light, exotic things
and learn more about vatta.
Make art.
Make things that dye my
window sunshine colors.
Lounge in the grass
with sun and trees and
do yoga. Plant an herb garden.
Pierce my nose and bellybutton
and make mocassins. Make friends
with my friends and my family.
Sweat and dance around beach bonfires
and learn to bodysurf.
Play instruments and find a voice that is mine
and doesn't fit into a choir.
A summer spent living.






xo!
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an antique arms and armor expert
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