Sweet, white peaches.
Ice, cold watermelon.
Laying under a tree
and falling asleep to the gentle breeze.
(After reading a book and laying it across my tummy.)
These are a few of my favorite things.
They're simple things. I've always wanted to live life simply, but is it ever bad for everything to be too simple? I've always thought it was a good thing, but what if there is a myth to simplicity?
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