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Let your becoming be slow and sun-drenched ; you are not late to your own garden.

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less of a poem, more of a reminder. ( ✾ )

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August has always held a special place in my heart. The golden hour of the year, steeped in late summer warmth. It’s my birthday month, a season of turning pages, and I can’t help but romanticize every last sun-drenched moment of it.

I hope you do too.

❋ * 𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 * ❋ sunsets and other endings

1. living for the hope of it all 2. late summer made poets of us both 3. I left my sadness on the screened-in porch 4. spritz spills and second chances 5. something about sea glass and the way you looked at me 6. borrowed time & blackberry wine 7. prosecco nights and the poetry of almosts 8. this is what healing sounds like in a sundress 9. I’m in my fig jam and fiction era 10. sun-drenched, salt-slick, and exactly who I want to be 11. I do not mourn what I outgrew 12. a love letter written in the condensation of my glass 13. tangled in you  14.  a poem written in wine rings and what-ifs 15. I am too in love with my peace to reopen old pages 16. I still dream of your laugh under the late August stars 17. pastel skies and paperback love 18. bitters & beginnings 19. I forgave the summer for being brief—because it gave me you.  20. chalk names on pavement, washed away by rain 21. they threw shade; I planted a garden 22. there is nothing villainous about choosing yourself 23. soft, whole, and finally out of reach 24. your version of me is fiction. mine is poetry 25. champagne flutes, typewriter keys, and the truth 26. figs, freckles, and full-bodied feelings 27. too rare to shelve, too beloved to loan out 28. one more sunset, one more wish: stay 29. I left the door open . . . just in case the season, or you, returned 30. where the wild lavender grows 31. summer slipped like sand through my fingers—and I loved it even as it left

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