It's getting to be that time of the summer, when I start wishing summer could stretch on forever and ever and ever. By the end of August, I'm usually dreaming of wool sweaters and crisp cool walks with Dan and the pooch. But right now, cicadas revving up at sunset every night, lightning bugs winking off and on across the lawn, the distant hoot of children playing the last round of tag before their moms call them in. . . it can feel like the most perfect time of the year.
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