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Thursday, May 29, 2003 |
What is it about summer nights that invites walks and warm
feelings, as though the novelty of slacks and sandals is enough to pull you out
of the house, and out to anywhere. What is it about me lately that has me
writing and discarding bad poetry. What is it tonight that has me sentimental
and content at once. Why is it, with no caffeine in my system, I traded plans
for healthy sleep for some more time listening to music.What is at once
whimsical and profound about this season?
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