While some seasons are determined by a groundhog, the sun and when it sets, or something as arbitrary as a school year, today marks the first day of summer pour moi. The smell of my deodorant (calendula with hops) just made me thirsty. No pants. No stockinged feet. Plans to go places just for the getting there. Our neighbours, in bonnets and caps, are naked again. The house is nearly full, but always empty. Ah, but maybe not yet. Maybe not quite yet. My feet are still dry.
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