Summer on the LipsSummer on the Lips
She left the remains of the watermelon on the plate, wiped her fingers with the corner of a linen towel, and walked barefoot across the cool kitchen tiles. Through the open window came the scent of blooming linden trees and freshly mown grass. Somewhere in the distance, birds were chirping, and the wind lazily stirred the curtains, letting even more light and space into the house.
She left the remains of the watermelon on the plate, wiped her fingers with the corner of a linen towel, and walked barefoot across the cool kitchen tiles. Through the open window came the scent of blooming linden trees and freshly mown grass. Somewhere in the distance, birds were chirping, and the wind lazily stirred the curtains, letting even more light and space into the house.
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