“Into the fire feeling higher than the truth, (Now I'm falling), I can feel the heat but I'm not burning, (I'm falling), Feeling desire, feeling tired, hungry too, (Now I'm falling), It feels like I'm falling, yeah, I can hear them calling for me, Never look back, never give up…”

Summer in its full swing. Late evenings in the park, whole day at the Bloemendaal beach with girls, extra dry martini's with olives, grilled fish, walk in the forest, dancing until morning, homemade lemonade, reading, laughing, loving.
Letting go, moving on...
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4 comments:

  1. Mirabelle18.7.13

    Late evenings in the park...slova, která mi stoprocentně evokují prázdniny :)
    Co Ti budu říkat, prostě další kouzelný příspěvek, který jsem si s ohromnou radostí přečetla a halvně prohlédla..

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  2. Siena in Style18.7.13

    ten salat a ta kabelka!oboje bych brala:))

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  3. Alice18.7.13

    "reading, laughing, loving" ano! a krásný všechno...

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  4. MeowNEKI NEKO19.7.13

    OMG tie postele na plazi! to kde je tak? v holandsku?
    mala som frajera kedysi v Antwerpach a vzdy mi slubil ze pojdeme na plaz a potom sme to nestihli, kym sa rozisli :'( chjaj, kolko takych slubov este bude (aj odo mna...)
    moving on... yes please.

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