Sometimes, there is nothing more glorious (and foreboding) than to be able to enjoy a Brunch on a sidewalk cafe in Brooklyn, in a sun so strong that you are suffering from the glare.
No sunglasses, no shade, just direct sunlight, and when you get back, slightly drunk from the peach bellinis, you notice that your skin marks the lines where your clothes cover you. And it is not dirt. If summer hadn't been so recent, you wouldn't know what it was.
No sunglasses, no shade, just direct sunlight, and when you get back, slightly drunk from the peach bellinis, you notice that your skin marks the lines where your clothes cover you. And it is not dirt. If summer hadn't been so recent, you wouldn't know what it was.
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