June 20th 2017

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even
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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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June 11th 2017

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too
····hot—the first crickets’ beating
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The days will soon grow shorter, though the sun will heat us steadily into August and September. The eagerness of the grass already subsides. Despite the wet spring, two days of a the midday sun has burned the soil and set the leaves crackling in the air like little knives.
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