As I enjoy myself in the warmth and pleasure of this summer, I am reminded of my summers of childhood. How they seemed to stretch for an endless time, and how much I loved swimming, and tree climbing, and biking. How I could spend all day drawing, and dreaming. Best of all, stretching out in a comfy spot with a good book and reading all day long.
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