I thought freedom used to be a place I was trying to get to. Now I think it’s smaller than that. It’s salt drying on my skin, lime on my fingertips, music coming through an open window, and nowhere I’m supposed to be. It’s staying out until the sky turns purple walking barefoot because shoes feel like too much trouble… letting the heat mess up my hair and the ocean wash off whatever followed me here. Maybe paradise was never too far away. Maybe it’s just a summer day you finally stop trying to escape. Something cold in my hand Sun going down Salt on my lips And for once nothing on my mind 🌅 #summer #vacation #paradise #beach #bikini
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