I want to live in the summer.
A house that is all windows - or better yet, just openeings in the wall with long sheer white curtains. High ceilings.
Minimalist design, but eclectic antiques about the place.
I, or course, only wear skirts and dresses, granny sweaters.
I eat fresh fruit, cereal, popcorn balls, and beer.
Steven is holding Bailey, and fine.
No shoes. Salt water. Piano. Painting.
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