Woods
(Photo via rabbity)
Late night walks, when morning is slowly approaching. the air is hot yet crisp and the forest is green and inviting. you take your shoes off and walk in the soft grass, you take your clothes off and lay down between the whispering trees, skyclad, the wind humming on your skin.
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