Summer’s trying, and honestly that’s all I need. Just one small indication that the planet is not against me, that nature is moving forward, that a grass smell-filled, warm and swooshy breeze will still ripple through the green leaf streamers and rustle that organic rhythm.
Read MoreI finally pulled another metaphorical splinter from my finger and got a good look at the specifications of what has been a constant, although subconscious, irritation during the past eight weeks.
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