Summer days when the wind entangles itself with the new-born trees and the sand somehow always finds a way to sneak into your shoes. Humming to the tune of the birds singing in a chorus perched high among the tallest branches and the sun somehow always makes you squint behind your top-notch sunglasses, during those Summer days when the farmers' kids always relieve themselves from the heat in the nearby watering hole and the lemonade stands somehow always make you smile and wish you were a kid again. Content with the world, the people leave their fancy cars behind and take up walking barefoot taking no notice to the berries staining their feet and the sweltering heat somehow always finds a way to get you in that bikini you said that you would never wear, during those Summer days.Birth sign: Sagittarius
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