I imagine a fountain slowed down by moss. The honest heat turning my dreams into technicolor. Dipping dryish bread in masculine olive oil. Starched curtains and the smell of thyme. Dry, sandy air. Dinner starts when lunch ends. Wearing almost nothing all of the time. Learning how to nap and cook fish that live only in the dark. Summer is coming, I promise.

Embroidery on 100% ring-spun soft cotton

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