June 23rd 2016

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all
····that’s left of a summer’s day—the waning
········moon
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The evening is thick with summer; long and longing trills sound from the nearby pond. The night sparkles through the black and heavy leaves of the birch, maple and oak. The air is suffused with the sweet oils of the spruce, white pine, and hemlocks. Every so often, the round yawl of an owl soaks the air.
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230 June 23rd 2016 | bottlecap
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