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For a minute imagine that it’s a late summer evening and the trees are rustling in the warm wind.
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august rolls over and yawns. wakes slow and heavy, stretching like a cat. outside, the sound of birds, the smell of grass. august turns over in an empty bed. his eyes feel swollen and tired. on the nightstand, a note from july - no one carries light like you do.
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“It turns out that any constellation can lead you astray / that any sky can ask you I’m sorry do I know you”— — Kimberly Quiogue Andrews, from “In a different sky, on a different night,” A Brief History of Fruit
Kostnice, Czech Republic
August 2012
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