We Are the SummerEveryone is so ready for the seasons to change,We Are the Summer
And we are pushed out, Always, Towards the fall.
The season’s cloudless skies are colder than The blaze of the summer sun, Which burns, hotter and bolder In the face of mild weather.
But how can we appreciate A world of changing leaves If we’re never given the chance to see them When they’re green?
The days make us crazy, When the sun shines brighter and The rains fall harder Than any other time of year. The night, too, is warm, and full, And so many st
Escapade“This day will be chronicled,” I said, walking beside you towards the playground. “I look forward to it.” But let’s start at the beginning. -- I woke up that Tuesday morning ridiculously early for summer, and yet not early enough. Be there at eight? How about quarter after? And then parking. Oh, my God. Parking.Escapade
“Park on the church side.” The church side…of your house? There is most definitely a No Parking At Anytime sign there. “The church side! There!" …you mean the side of the church. Beside the church. I need to park beside the church. Not y
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._. Crikey muffins...
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The patterns in the stars spell out your name. <3
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