Summer is not yet 3 hours old, but the bat and ball are in the grass,
the football has been tossed, the sprinkler turned on--the air is heavy
with sunshine & fat, drowsy bees... and the memories of one's own
childhood summers come thick and fast: bare feet, a fort in the trees, a
new neon swimsuit, a porch light that turns on when it's time to come
home...ah, summer!!
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