With less that two weeks of school under the belt of this new year, I am weary of finding a routine and figuring it out. Reality tells me there is no hope to paddle my way back to lazy days and nights when bed time forgets that morning comes early... there is work to do.
I seek the sun, and let it shine on my face... eyes closed, remembering the simple of summer.
In summer, the song sings itself.
-William Carlos Williams
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