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short story // a fall day
short story // apple picking
short story // a peaceful summer day
In summer, the song sings itself.
William Carlos Williams, “The Botticellian Trees”
I loafe and invite my Soul;
I lean and loafe at my ease, observing a spear of summer grass.
Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass , 1900
short story // a rainy summer day
