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| Susquehanna River, 2016 |
Here we are, just saying hello. I've lost the thread and won't say that I have picked it up again, but will make an effort in that direction. The humid weight of summer weighs down, one day at a time, until there are no days left. As the last days of July flow into August, the light and leaves turn dusky with time. There is only this as it always has been, as the pull of summer tries to eke out one more day, or many. Thirsty to hold as much water in my hands as I can, I know it won't wait for me.
