June 22nd 2017

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just
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I drove with my daughter up to Montpelier today. But for some swaths of late-leafing aspen, the Green Mountains are finally green. The highway’s medians are never as beautiful as they are now, before their first mowing, the feathery grasses interspersed with Lupine, daisies, asters, and dotted with yellow and red devil’s paint brushes. June, so far, has been a beautiful month.
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173 June 22nd 2017 | bottlecap
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June 20th 2017

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even
····after nightfall—sunlight coloring the tallest
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Today was beautiful, almost autumnal—clouds that billowed into the stratosphere, a brilliant sun, intermittent drops of rain and the scent of petrichor cooling the winds. I took my three-speed Raleigh out for a ride, an old bicycle I rescued from metal recycling three or four years ago—banged up and rusted, it never lets me down.
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171 June 20th 2017 | bottlecap
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