Today I've been thinking a lot about summer. It's kind of hard not to when it's 90 degrees in Boston - although it feels like 200.
Temperature aside, I think summer represents different things to individuals. But as unique as your idea of summer might be, you still call it summer. It is still part of a cohesive whole, although it may look or sound uncommon, your summer coincides with my summer which corresponds with my neighbors summer. We're all having our summers, as matchless as they seem, often they create a complimentary pattern that may even be stitched with a common thread.
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