"August arrives, hot and breathless and full of all the things you held on to too tightly.
And all the places that defined summer begin to melt together, the sand that got stuck
in your hair and the bug bites you picked at too much, and the taste of every sunset that
that slipped through the open car window. Somehow each summer is its own lifetime,
we love and eat; and the sun will come back with fail."
ps. i know it's like
pretty much September
next week but i saw this
quote and LOVED it.
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