I don't know why I anxiously await the arrival of summer. Perhaps it is a metaphorical reassurance that all things brown and shriveled will come back to life soon.Truth is that I haven't had one inspiration for writing. I'm tired annd drained, but it is just one of those exhausting days as well as physically, mentally, and emotionally.
Nevertheless, I look forward to the arrival of my holiday and warmer days…
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