August 31st, 2006

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wakeful night dreaming

The last vestiges of August recede, hot, slightly sultry, parched, and yet remote. This was a month of planetary demotion and eBay wooden slide whistle wins. I long for a field of stars in a clear Missouri sky, the sight of a kite wafting over green fields, and the first chill nip of late September.

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