the summer sends its love. across my floor i leave a shadow twenty-five feet long. the farther down, the less specific i become. and so with you, the country miles overcast our love. oh mountain range, your hills are hard to overcome. the summer sends its love to you, the same as every year, but this year i will send mine too and wish that you were here. the central coast is not the same now without you here, and late night calls are only daylight souvenirs. and think of me tonight when everyone leaves and you’re alone, i’m counting the days until you come home.~sherwood
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