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Sunshine

You smell of sunshine.

No one’s ever told you that? No? Oh, I suppose they hadn’t said it loud enough or perhaps you weren’t listening. But, I’m telling you now and you’re listening this time. That’s good because it’s something you need to know.

You smell of sunshine.

Ha, and now you want to know what I mean by that? How does sunshine smell?

That’s the easiest thing to answer in the world, honey. Sunshine smells like waking up and knowing that there’s a reason you’ve been put on this earth and there is something worthwhile for you to do. Sunshine smells like life and ease and happiness. Sunshine smells of contentment; it’s the scent of satisfaction, it’s the scent of wholeness, it’s the sense of completeness and seeing everything in a light so precious it makes the water sparkle and the trees glimmer and the butterflies flit from flower to flower like angelic sprites.

Sunshine smells of all that was, all that is, and all that will be. It’s everything, honey, sunshine smells of everything.

Like you.

Are you blushing now? Darling, sweet girl, don’t. Don’t be embarrassed, don’t be coy, and don’t be overwhelmed. It’s all true, you smell of sunshine and it’s the most amazing thing in the world.

Oh, and before I forget, you sound like forever.

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About Quinn

In it but not of it. A reformed player, now watcher. Speaker of raw truths.

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3 thoughts on “Sunshine

  1. Love this.

    Posted by lifeofawillow | 24 April 2013, 0025 EDT

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"Raw," she said. "I want something primal. I want something bare and naked. I want you to give me this life raw, unbidden, unhidden, free, fair, and true. Can you do that? Can you do that for me?"

One may only try.

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