Dear June

I love your school’s-out new-found freedom. Your sweet morning sunlight that tastes like past-ripe strawberries. Your just-right weather that’s not too hot, not too cold. Your seventh inning stretches and horses waiting at the gate. Your sun-colored pines and blue-eyed skies. Your traveling butterflies and too many birthday celebrations. Please stay for a while…


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