Summer is the best season. I have many life long fond, initimate attachments to summer. Imagine my deepening consternations when I experienced a 15 year drought of no summers. No, not jail, but a prison nonetheless. One pines for the right mate. That longing may become too great that one imagines the wrong to be right.
I've been to Italy. I loved everything about it, except for the Africans in Florence.
ReplyDeleteSummer is the best season. I have many life long fond, initimate attachments to summer.
ReplyDeleteImagine my deepening consternations when I experienced a 15 year drought of no summers.
No, not jail, but a prison nonetheless.
One pines for the right mate. That longing may become too great that one imagines the wrong to be right.