Mid-summer Sun

_ The love of a man for a woman; a boy for a dog; a flower for the sun, or rain... It comes from somewhere.

_ Well at least you’ve narrowed it down to somewhere. Maybe it’s the same somewhere where my sandals are; I can’t find them anywhere.

_ You’re not very deep.

_ Perhaps not, but, in saving the gravediggers a couple of shovel loads, I am compassionate.

_ Howsaboy?

_ Perpendicular.

_ Chai?

_ Absolutely, old bean.

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     ... The body, in the heat of the solstice, participates in limitless fashion; and such fashion is never out of style.

     ... Much in the way that the halcyon days mitigate the depth of winter, the passing of time, silent and so strange, tempers the height of summer. All is as it should be. Peace and high sanity to all. 


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