July 2010
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Summer
“Then followed
that beautiful season
…Summer….
Filled was the air
with a dreamy
and magical light;
and the landscape
lay as if new created
in all the freshness
of childhood.”
~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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I remember
By the first of August the invisible beetles began to snore and the grass was as tough as hemp and was no color--no more than the sand was a color and we had worn our bare feet bare since the twentieth of June and there were times we forgot to wind up your alarm clock and some nights we took our gin warm and neat from old jelly glasses while the sun blew out of sight like a red picture hat and one...
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