it's midnight on a sweet summer's day. the air smells like the freedom that the wind whispers in the breeze. she whispers of love, of beauty, of something so heavenly. she's the reason i love the summer. the summer breeze running through my hair, grazing my fingertips. the season of imagination and curiosity. you often say you love winter more. with its icy winds and frozen bite. it too holds an unfathomable beauty in the palm of its icy grip. a chilly winter morning with a sun that isn't quite awake yet. peeking over the horizon. rays of its light pouring into the sky in purples and blues. a contrast against the white of the freshly fallen snow. all is silent and you can hear the snowflakes that fall from the sky and litter the ground. the summer and the winter are very much the opposite. each holding their own beauty. their own passions, their own love. they are beautiful, as we are. we are not perfect and neither are the seasons. summer gets too hot where the air chokes your lungs like thick smoke and the winter chills your bones to the core. but they are beautiful. as you are. you are the beauty of winter. a season of love and giving. you love the summer, although the wind whispers to you something different. you love the summer and the summer will always love you.
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To the Moon and Back
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