It's almost gone. It's my favorite time of year. So sweet, so short. Like, perhaps, life? It took almost until the end of August to find the perfect swimming hole. Went there without bug spray and was almost eaten alive. No matter. The white noise of the rushing river, the sun on the granite rocks, the feeling of fresh water over my legs. Today is gray so no swimming. Sadness. I made a British Summer Fruit Pudding and think I'll dive into that.
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