what belongs to summer: a clarification

let’s just say a girl needs time to figure things out. let’s go further to say time is fast and slow and it holds itself in the nook of summer when your eyes are on the horizon of that familiar and alien lake and your arm is brushing the warmth of a body you have known more than you’ve known much. let’s just say summer has always been the most important- no, the most gutting, stilling, thing i’ve ever known. let’s just say, for a moment, that everything belongs to summer.


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