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a calm, scented purple (california)

from the rooftop in august (brazil)

gothical tropical

mtns carved from water (oahu, hawaii)

my love for the horizon

in a light I never knew

spinning, like a girl mixed with summer

hunting for goodness

trees that imitate

another planet, just down the hill

a sunset only california herself could dream up

she claimed this view her favorite

pinks visits fog

watching california dip herself in pastels

waiting for paint to dry

stillness in swirls

rest our eyes open

nature winking at the lens

the colors of wind + warmth

happy without trying

making sunsets out of wood

waiting for differently shaped water

running your feet through wet sand, while standing on a cliff

the audience dressed in purple

the rocks will keep us centered, as we get tangled

blue water + answers

friends with contentment

tilting our head up, we found another silence

watching the trees watch the sunset

alone, but only by definition

california as depicted in popular song (san francisco)

where the sky forgets to end (montauk)