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Back then... stored in a bottle
The beach white and fine.
The water shallow and transparent, shimmering turquoise in the distance.
Through the glass floor always flickering on the walls.
The flowers colorful.
Just under 30 degrees.
Snow in Germany, summer in the Maldives.
I, on the way to the boat, which should bring us to dinner on the other island.
My hair was a little wild from the beach. Salt water. Sand. Wind.
Half pinned up with the golden clip.
Matching the golden jewelry.
The shell bracelet.
What had I entered then, Greek goddess? Summer dress +island?
Probably something like that.
The dress was white, a little too long.
Asymmetrical at the top, with a slit down the side.
A bias in the form of flowing, light fabric.
Unwearable for the city, yet perfect for that dream of a place.
This island, like the clichéd description of paradise.
I was a bit sticky.
A little burnt, reddened, despite my conscientious sunscreen routine.
Body lotion and Bronze Goddess.
How good to feel here.
How fake everything seems. How much you enjoy these 10 days and soak up.
A hard cut into a very different life, many years later.
The world is struggling with a pandemic.
I sit at home and open the package.
Previously unnoticed, now just blind ordered.
I spray three times and...
Burnt skin. Sunscreen. Perfume.
A little stale floral water.
Jasmine and coconut milk.
For a blink of an eye, I'm back.
Standing there on jetty, my dress fluttering in slow motion in the evening breeze.
You stay. You don't become a daily companion.
Are you original, unique, something to be had? I don't know.
For me, you'll close your eyes... once in a while.
Bittersweet Memories. Thank you.
The water shallow and transparent, shimmering turquoise in the distance.
Through the glass floor always flickering on the walls.
The flowers colorful.
Just under 30 degrees.
Snow in Germany, summer in the Maldives.
I, on the way to the boat, which should bring us to dinner on the other island.
My hair was a little wild from the beach. Salt water. Sand. Wind.
Half pinned up with the golden clip.
Matching the golden jewelry.
The shell bracelet.
What had I entered then, Greek goddess? Summer dress +island?
Probably something like that.
The dress was white, a little too long.
Asymmetrical at the top, with a slit down the side.
A bias in the form of flowing, light fabric.
Unwearable for the city, yet perfect for that dream of a place.
This island, like the clichéd description of paradise.
I was a bit sticky.
A little burnt, reddened, despite my conscientious sunscreen routine.
Body lotion and Bronze Goddess.
How good to feel here.
How fake everything seems. How much you enjoy these 10 days and soak up.
A hard cut into a very different life, many years later.
The world is struggling with a pandemic.
I sit at home and open the package.
Previously unnoticed, now just blind ordered.
I spray three times and...
Burnt skin. Sunscreen. Perfume.
A little stale floral water.
Jasmine and coconut milk.
For a blink of an eye, I'm back.
Standing there on jetty, my dress fluttering in slow motion in the evening breeze.
You stay. You don't become a daily companion.
Are you original, unique, something to be had? I don't know.
For me, you'll close your eyes... once in a while.
Bittersweet Memories. Thank you.
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