Summertime

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That very hour when the sun dips below the horizon and the air becomes golden and warm as a touch. She is by the water – free, alive, silent, like nature itself. Her body is like the shore: soft lines, curves, reflections. Every movement is like a wave rolling across the sand. The river caresses her skin with coolness, and the wind tangles in her hair. It is breath, light, and water. It is femininity in its pure, natural manifestation. Where words are not needed to feel. Where you just look and it becomes quieter inside.