it's always July

It's always July that makes me think of love.
Never June.
Rather it's the sound of the cicadas
And the sweet smell of summer grass hot
after the sun scorched day
which is burned on my skin.
As the mist rises up to obscure the end of evening, I walk content to breathe it in.
Smiling 





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