Cradle of Summer

Cradle of Summer
Cradle of Summer

I am here, in a hammock, hidden from the world. A light book in my hands, the sun's rays playfully breaking through the treetops and seeming to gently tickle my skin. A breeze lazily rocks the hammock, and in this rhythm there is only silence, the breath of nature, and me... relaxed, real.

I am here, in a hammock, hidden from the world. A light book in my hands, the sun's rays playfully breaking through the treetops and seeming to gently tickle my skin. A breeze lazily rocks the hammock, and in this rhythm there is only silence, the breath of nature, and me... relaxed, real.

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