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june 12, 2002 summer's coming... and i am inspired by the beautiful words of keats in his "ode to a nightingale" (although they carry a weighty sadness): The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild;
White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine;
Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves;
And mid-May's eldest child,
The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine,
The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.
have i changed in the past year? i used to love autumn, detest summer... and while i can't say that i love summer and detest autumn, my feelings about these two seasons are markedly different. autumn will always hold a certain quiet poignancy, and as for summer -- i'm actively looking forward to it... those somnolent summer days...
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