8.20.20 // the sun

I never realized how much I worship the sun.
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Turning my face towards the sky is something I do daily.
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It's my reset, it's my prayer, it's my connection to something beyond the physical.
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It's my "real."
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The sensation of the sun warming my skin, like a healing touch. The way it makes my brain tingle, like a soft and sweet expansion of my mind in complete submission to that feeling.
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I would be lying if I said I didn't worry about the wrinkles that do and will line my face from those touches, but my love for the sun will never fade even after the pigment from my face does.