We pulled out our summer hammock a little late this year, and as I was glancing out the window at the pink-tinged sky, I thought I'd have a lie. As I was quietly reveling in how content I was, I noticed the beautiful texture of the rope and the repetitive pattern of the "spaces in between."
I'm not ashamed that after I finished snapping shots of the hammock I took several of myself, trying to capture my "content" expression.
For someone as happiness-spilleth-over-my-features as I am,
I wanted to really catch that part of me that feels steadiest and truest.
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