A Pattern of Words

One photograph a day to make the world spin a little slower.

This might be the last summer her hair turns white blonde and I’m trying to soak it in while I can. Each strand gets wiry from endless pool time, sun soaking, and hasty shower and then contrasts sharply against her rapidly deepening tan. Sunscreen and mosquito repellent lays thick on all of our skin and bare feet stay somewhat dirty at all times.

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