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the summer solstice has not yet arrived
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Categories: words and feelings
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What kind of story of balsam and balsam? In the gap between one head up and one head down someone whispered. Then everything became subtle. The eyes got warm the palms got moist. The sunlight had its busiest pluck in those skies of hastily blooming summer. She hurried past him, so the floating grass blossomed with eloquent flowers; he waited quietly behind her, so the setting sun closed its heavy door...