So it was snowing earlier. I am still wearing my shin-length wool coat to shield myself from the freezing blusters of wind from the sea. Thank god I can escape to the land of Free People. Their summers never begin or end, they just are. There are only meadows of flowers or sandy beaches. All the girls have windswept hair, rosy pouty lips and dresses like seafoam, petals and linen. And nobody wears a bra. Heaven.
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