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Can you believe it's the middle of August? Last night, after dinner with friends, we lingered at the table and chated about the rose and the thorn of summer. I was so caught up listening to their highs and lows, when it was my turn to speak, I was completely flustered.
Summer? Did I do anything? You start rolling back to pin-point a memorable moment, and all of a sudden you're thinking about something that happened in March! Oy. What a blur!
Any best/worst from your summer?