If I could live in a year filled with the month of June, I would. The small of peonies, sound of shorebirds, and long summer nights spent drinking cocktails on the porch. I can’t help but drink it all in.
If I could live in a year filled with the month of June, I would. The small of peonies, sound of shorebirds, and long summer nights spent drinking cocktails on the porch. I can’t help but drink it all in.
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