Fridays near the end of the school year have a certain sweetness in the air, a certain restlessness that you can't quite put your finger on. In our little corner of the world, summer is so oh so short and even uttering the word might mean that it will quickly slip through our fingers to not return. So, I say such words in hushed tones in hopes that the weather Gods do not hear. But today, today was a beautiful day.
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