I’m tired of playing games with you, Summer. We need to be honest with ourselves. It just isn’t fair for us to dance around like this, hoping to catch a glimpse of one another but fearing the consequences of that chance sighting. What can go wrong, Summer? Why can’t we live like we used to: sitting together and painting the setting sun as the air grows cooler; chugging homemade lemonade after prancing around the broken sprinkler in the back yard; walking up the gravel road south of the house, looking for ripe plums to peel for Mom’s jam jars; kissing the leaves of the first vegetables sprouting in the garden, hoping a little extra love will help them survive in a tough, dry world; wearing sundresses every day because we just don’t feel like putting pants on; what happened, Summer? Where are you?
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