my picutres ©
one of those last nights of summer. a balmy never-ending night in paris. the kind of night that prepares you for fall.
it's in the air.
on your skin.
inside your chest.
it's time for change.
you fill your lungs with purple air and feel free.
you let your guard down and embrace it.
you're ready.
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