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Summer. Always too long coming and too quick to leave. I love the lazy, hazy days of summer: The sun reflecting off the water, birds chasing insects above the surface and fish rising to do the same from below. Sitting outside, the sun on my skin warming me to my very bones, the dog chasing unseen quarry in the garden, a long cold drink in my hand, music carried on the gentle breeze from inside the house. Ahhh! Bring on summer.

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