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  • Daylight these days aches on well past dinner and with less and less to say. The hummingbirds grow sweaty and rude, the trees wilt with a yellow exhaustion, and the road home lies tired, sore, and flat on its back. Even the creek out back grows itchy and chippers less and less enthusiastically. The only creatures that seem to delight in this long purgatory of daylight are the vampirous Mosquitos who on tiny metal wings drop from the ceiling to tease our helpless ears and needle-stick the swollen pulse under the rubbery skin of our swollen necks.

    The solstice approaches!
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