inner child
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I’m a child of the hot July sun. I couldn’t wait to peel a wet bathing suit off my taut skin after a swim. I wanted that first feeling of realizing the sun was still out at 9pm, knowing the season had just begun and anything was possible. I wanted blackened feet from being barefoot
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To step into myself is uncharted territory. To feel safe is an unread part of the story.
Lashanda Forsberg 