i'm invited to paint session
holding a white background
i have my umbrella but still
i feel hot; maybe from her
so i drink lots of fluids
i have to wear sunglasses
i could have fallen asleep
my umbrella got blown away
we have to stop; it's windy
we settle to walking; beach
i feel so alone tip-toeing
she wasn't as pretty as you
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