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Sitting Indian style by the creek
with a soft...gentle breeze
blowing over her soft blonde
French braided hair, Emily
felt the grass skimming her
bare feet and legs.
At last, she is wearing
that pink, blue, and purple
string bikini that she's been yearning
to wear for months.
Heat from the sun kisses her skin
ever so desirably. She'd yearned for that, too.
Birds sing in the distance tickling her ears.
Water glimmers under the miraculous sky of soft blue
with those cottonball clouds.
Rays of heat beat down on her
and she dives into the lakes.
It's summer.