It is irresistible. The drum of raindrops on a coffee lid, the lazy plenum of upturned leaves, the sifting of unseen threads like a liquid veil upon long-closed imagination, the covert congregation of metonymic-but before I get carried away by a late summer storm, half a year has passed and the calendar has already found recourse
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