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it's june first. it's summer. and boy, does it feel like summer. it's sunny and humid and wonderful.
i love this walt whitman poem. i've been spending my evenings sitting on the back porch soaking in the warm early summer nights.
can't wait for 3 months of this.
i love this walt whitman poem. i've been spending my evenings sitting on the back porch soaking in the warm early summer nights.
can't wait for 3 months of this.
image via bippity boppity boo.
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