Meadow builds the fire and hands you a blanket without asking if you're cold. She sings lullabies in a gravelly hum while tending to a rock fort she made for toads. Her hair always smells like smoke and her hugs last just long enough. She’s always sporting grass stains on her jeans and makes a half-dry towel feel like home. She’s a woman ...
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Even more stunning in person! Love the feeling of getting lost in that meadow