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  • It was the kind of summer day that gently, but firmly insists on a person to take to the outdoors, to partake in the blue skies, warm sun and the promise of joy.

    I put on a dress, all movement below, bare arms above and made my way to meet a friend, to drink an ice-cold beer, to let music wash through the both of us. To slowly slip away from the troubles that were plaguing our minds, our hearts, our souls.

    Indecisiveness was warmed away by the sun, washed away by the blue skies and gentle breezes.

    And we danced in the sunshine. And it was good.
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