...the ripening of grapes on the vine, the soft lull of bees, the scent of roses in bloom, a hard book in my hand, and the warm sun on my breasts... reading in the garden is a sensual feast.
Love is not like when they bring you a bouquet of roses and you smell it. Love is when they tell you about fishing all day and you listen to it😅💞
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