I Remember July

I remember July.

When the sun was huge and bright, kissing the earth with golden rays.

I remember July.

When the oppressively hot air mixed with the scent of freshly mowed lawns.

I remember July.

When summer seemed endless and everything felt possible.

Shine on,

Jack

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