August 1st and the clouds were big today, so tall, commanding your attention away from the Queen Anne's Lace and tonight, the insects are singing so lovely and the air is so thick and sweet and the breeze feels like a loved one is blowing air in your face in a good way, you smirk.
In the distance, the gods are playing with the light switch, a little storm to close the day.
Take your time, August, don't be in a rush.
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