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We meet again. Warm summer day. Resting in the shade. A night filled with fireflies and soft cool breezes. A cold drink in one hand and no worries at all.

Where are all the poems of Summer? Lost or maybe locked away. Maybe even forgotten somehow. Fireflies and spiders. Late night drinks and classic mid-night movies. No need to set the alarm. Go ahead and sleep in. Let's continue dreaming for awhile.