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What the Tourists Almost Saw
A little sun, a little salt, and a bikini that perhaps asks more questions than it answers. ️
I lay there on that striped towel, half-dozing while the warmth did its work, and I caught myself smiling for no reason I could name. Well... no reason I was willing to name out loud. The sea kept its rhythm, people wandered past without knowing a thing, and I simply let myself exist in my own skin for once. As someone who studied art history, I should probably compare this to a reclining nude in a museum somewhere, but that feels far too grand. This was just a woman, a quiet beach, and someone with a camera who makes her feel worth looking at.
I lay there on that striped towel, half-dozing while the warmth did its work, and I caught myself smiling for no reason I could name. Well... no reason I was willing to name out loud. The sea kept its rhythm, people wandered past without knowing a thing, and I simply let myself exist in my own skin for once. As someone who studied art history, I should probably compare this to a reclining nude in a museum somewhere, but that feels far too grand. This was just a woman, a quiet beach, and someone with a camera who makes her feel worth looking at.
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