summer entered in lavish american feasts grilled, charred with dripping strawberries and technicolor fireworks in the evenings summer rested in our trips to coney island, seaside heights so hot the mermaids and mysterious neon alleys sizzled summer left us in perpetual august, perennial and a reverie and echoes the memory in our worn baseball caps and stagnant pools

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