And so it seems I am dreaming about Summer time warmth in the beginning of a truculent Autumn season. I dream of the taste of sweet watermelon and the smell of ripe strawberries; Ice cream and freshly picked, ripe, peaches span the season.
I think of my grandmother, how I am older than her now. I see the flowers, the beach and the distant hills. I am rage, raging against the colours of Autumn. I don’t want to let Summer go.
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