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There is nothing so sweet and fleeting and ephemeral as summer, it lasts only as long as it wishes to, and in our minds, it is too short, it never comes, we are left, waiting for Summer, in the long winter of discontent that are our lives. Summer is not a season, it is a metaphor for all things good.

Posted By Zachary Miller On 01.13.2011 @ 1:31 pm