Summer, my sweet love.
I adore you. You make time fly. You make time endless, stop, cease, curve,
and I no longer know what day it is. I only know your changing sky, and the joy of an afternoon drowse to the gentle wooing of the summer wind.
I know you have to leave me, but we loved well my sweet summer.
Monday, August 23, 2010
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