It is a sailor in a rowboat and ice-cream on your dress when you’re four years old. Summer is a man with his coat off, wet sand between your toes, the smell of a garden an hour before moonrise. Oh, summer is silk itself, a giant geranium and music from a flute far away. Michael Brown
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