All summer I dally. Swim, smell the flowers, watch the butterflies dart from blossom to blossom, catch the stars and moon at their most beautiful. No city lights around here to dim them, they shine so bright I can see my way around the yard. But the snakes crawl at night, so be careful there, too. In my head, words I should put on paper come to life. On hot summer afternoons the crystal clear water of the pool beckons, as do the shouts of the family splashing. I join them.
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Posted on August 28, 2007 at 1:26pm