Wednesday 16 January 2013

They are more afraid of you than you are of them.


Crystal clear waters. Floating aimlessly in a dream. Face tilted towards the sky, eyes closed. Slight weight of sunglass brim on the curves of cheekbones. Warmth of the sun against the breeze of the open air. The tingle of skin when the wind changes direction. One hand laid out against the side of body. Fingertips barely touching the outer thigh. The other hand draped across the body, fingers curled inwards. Shallow breathing. Strands of hair caught in the breeze. Legs crossed at the calves, toes pointed forward. Shoulders laxed, occasionally moving to shift weight to balance the movements of the waves.

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