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Summer ’39

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Summer ’39 was crazy by all metrics imaginable. Global warming hit hard. Global tensions rose. She fell in love. She dreamed an hoped so hard. She failed. She cried herself to sleep more than once. She buried out. She slept.

In a crisp October afternoon she sat in a cafe with a warm coffee in hand and a dear friend across the table. Meeting with another friend was planned day after tomorrow.

Wow, this summer was a wild ride, she thought, I actually survived all of this… And somehow after such a long time I have friendships that just works again. With that… yes, I can thrive again.

* * *

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It was a nice sunny day and I had my favorite summer dress with a wide shoulder-exposing neckline. I had to wait her only couple minutes.

– Gosh, you look so good I can’t think straight! – I greeted her.

– Then don’t, – she kissed me on the collarbone.

* * *

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– I have to admit, you are snoring. Lightly, tho.
– You however were giggling in the sleep.
– Huh, really? I don’t remember…
– You were most certainly enjoying yourself!

It sounded surprisingly comforting when put this way. I used to talk in the sleep when I was in my early twenties, but hadn’t heard such reports for a long, long time.

Dream of Sky

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I am lonely wherever I go
Sanctuary is all that know

And I dream of the sky
Broken clouds drifting by
And I dream of the sky
My utopian lie

Miracle of Sound, Dream of Sky,
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