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thedvsangel:

she leaned against the porch post, clothed in her white sun dress, the cotton material matted with sweat against her warm skin as she looked out into the evening. the full moon was high above, surrounded with twinkling lights, as crickets chirpped their melodies and fireflies waltzed around the sticky night air. condensation gathered around the bottom of the glass sitting on the porch railing. slowly she pushed her hair back over her shoulder and slowly extended her arm to lift the tall glass to her mouth. the icecubes swam in the southern nectar as the glass tilted and poured cool tea over her plump lips, the condensation dripping off the bottom of the glass, landing on her sweaty bosom, exposed by buttons, left unbuttoned. she returned the glass to it’s perch and slowly stepped off the porch. as she walked slowly into the darkness, the grass tickled her feet, carpeting her steps to the bench swing hanging from the sturdy braches of the old oak tree she played on as a girl. she sat back comfortably and pushed the ground away with her toes, then lifting her feet onto the seat. the swing swayed back and forth, her hair flourishing in the soft summer breeze. she hugged her knees and closed her eyes, and let her mind take her, to places far away, and there she would stay, until she was ready to come back to her familiar. southern summer nights.