golden summers

August. The grain is ripening in the fields, the hillsides are golden. I’ve been busy while it seems the rest of the world is on holiday, away from day jobs and desks, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t been feeling the sun on my skin in the warm afternoons. My thoughts are beginning to take shape. Hopefully soon they’ll be ripening, too.

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