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Something feels different about today. The crickets are chirping their soothing songs of summer and the weather is caressing my face with her sweet embrace. The air is tinged with the subtle crisp of a summer's day cooling and the sky above, both overcast and ominous, soon promises the soft sound of rain drops. It's like Fall, in July, and I want pj's and parcheesi. I want my husband close and a fort of blankets on the family room floor, like languid days of yesterday. I want the soft melodies of David Gray and no worries of tomorrow. Tomorrow, the memories of today I will keep.
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