Willowy tall palms bend with

resistance under a byzantine blue sky


The fragrance of changing tides and

salt air stir summer with youth and stories


Sand is the celebration of a movable graffiti.


Ivy and roses stretch over a fence, attracting

children and angels


There’s nothing regrettable about summer

its evenings provide rest for tomorrow.


Seasons acquiesce to subtle calendar changes.

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