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2016-08-14
summertime


The way sunlight slants into certain times of day. All the driveways and sprinklers of summer. The darkness under the tree bark. My father relaxing in the living room. My sister's voice from a distant room. An Irish lady quietly forgetting me in Dallas. An Asian lady in a pretty dress passing me on the sidewalk, the smell of her hair and her skin, the trees and the grass, the sun and shadow.


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