July soon becomes August. If I only had a pause button, if only I could choose one perfect summer moment (there are, of course, too many to pick just one) pause it, force it to stay around for a bit, linger in it, enjoy it without fear of missing the next moment. If I could put my feet up a bit, if I could decompress a bit, if only I had time to take a bit more of it all in. But, no, no, time marches on, seasons change, decisions need to be made, plans formulated, leaves soon need raking.
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