Okay, it's 8am, and you walk out my french doors that have been open all night, and your barefeet feel the warmth of the grass as you sip on a cold glass of watermelon juice, you lay down sideways, squinting from the sun and you begin to feel the warmth as it crawls up from your toes, your thighs, hits the tummy and begins to envelope your face with a warm hug.
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