& so summer ends.
It's different herenow, but not unfamiliar. Not uncomfortable. Someone changed the water in my tank and meanwhile I particled around the spare, a season without ornamentation, tasting the other side and returning having seen the filter in pieces to be cleaned. We bought it and built it and let it bubble and bubble until it might as easily have been wind. First, see it. Second, the sea. Let's be true communicators this year. We are of the holy.
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