 If you were to walk into my apartment right now, you'd likely think I'd been abducted and/or robbed. It's a mess. An actual entire mess.
A flurry of sundresses, sandals and distressed denim. Piles, varying in height, of hot weather clothes. The kind you wear for hours of sweaty tours, but also the kind you wear for toasty nights of wine and twirling.
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