My face is bare, changed only by the sunburn and happy blush of my cheeks.
My hair hangs loose in curls, lightened by summer and the sea, as it did when I was a child.
My fingernails are short and unpainted, my wrists and neck unadorned, dressed with only a smattering of new freckles.
Never have I been more beautiful, bare naked, but for the salt on my skin and the sun in my eyes.
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 8:23 PM UTC
My face is bare, changed only by the sunburn and happy blush of my cheeks.
My hair hangs loose in curls, lightened by summer and the sea, as it did when I was a child.
My fingernails are short and unpainted, my wrists and neck unadorned, dressed with only a smattering of new freckles.
Never have I been more beautiful, bare naked, but for the salt on my skin and the sun in my eyes.
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