Those brief moments when you’re flying.
Ephemeral.
Your heart beating, you tuck up so your landing is smooth.
And then you swim around, climb out and up and over…
and then you do it all over again.
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Postcards from Italy---Natalia Sarkissian 
I loved both the pictures and the text… it tastes of youth, innocence and freedom. All together in a dip in the sea.
Thanks, so glad you enjoyed this!