I love the summer for more reasons than there are pages of
Norton's Major Authors Anthology (8th Edition to be precise). I love the nights where the temperature of the air matches the heat rising off my body so that I can't tell where my arm ends and the night begins. It's a fluidity of tangibility and space that transcends physicality and makes me feel like I've entered an esoteric state of being. Then as I sit there in the grass, staring through the darkness, a breeze will whisper by and immediately remind me that I exist.
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