Simon at the Shore Line. Jonas Hurwitz

My girlfriend keeps her halo on the nightstand. From my side of her bed I can just see a glowing arc of it, obscured by my wallet and a box of tissues. Her sheets are white and the lacy bed-skirt hangs down all the way to the floor, where it swishes about softly in the breeze that comes in through the open bay window. We're not exactly on the beach, but we're close enough that you can almost taste the salt in the air. 🍓 Запрещённое в соцсетях искусство — t.me/kartiny/5953     I always wake to see her stretching…