July 12th. Left work early in anticipation of the perfect summer dinner. We marinated chopped vegetables in a mustard vinaigrette and I tended to them in my bathing suit and pencil skirt. It was the perfect golden hour sunset; I sacrificed my ankles to bug bites to try and capture a bit of it. Summer nights around here are less about perfectly pinterested party decorations and more about that feeling you get sipping on an ice cold beer after work. That's me up there by the way.
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