JUNE
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June, rinsed in Caribbean lightโteal and deep blue mellowed into sea-glass green and sun-faded gold.
White blooms catch the brightness, almost glowing in the salt air, while palm shadows drift lazily across still water.
It feels suspended, somewhere between sea and sky, warm, unhurried, and quietly washing ashore.