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  • I think, I believe someone else wrote this letter about the summer, but I am writing it again, re-writing, as it were, the occasional thunderstorms, the sun out by the pond, the completely desolate playgrounds, the sound of the T.V., my daughter at a very fancy art camp, is she, and also Dear Ed, what about the dragonflies, the insolent lavender, the zillions of popsicles, the idea that there is no rest. I believe also that I have a boy a bit like you may have been once in Wayzata. He is good at frisbee and he is a bit quiet but he knows how to get along, how to keep people connected. It's odd, helpful, insightful.

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