there are two types of summer; white and dark.

white summers are those full of lawn and linen, the sea and soft sunshine,
cherries and children’s smiles, in which you feel disconnected and light,
almost floating, dreamy and distant in a haze of white dandelion fluff. you don’t ever want to land.

dark summers are honeyed & sulky, full of
pomegranates, thunderstorms, magnolias and un-kept promises. cinematic and
shadowy, you exist in a trance of melancholy, and feel passionately,
though feign detachment. pandora opens the box, and lightening fills the sky.


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