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5:22 p.m. - August 22, 2002 If summer were a smell, it would be the faint scent of honeysuckle and gardenia in a lawn of fresh cut grass... If summer was a touch, it would feel like silky grains of warm sugar sand that sift between barefoot toes... If ever there was a summer to remember, it was when I, myself, was in the summer of my life...
Summer
If summer were a sound, it would be the soft tinkling of faraway chimes on a whisper of warm breezes...
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