June 16, 2021

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Some summer mornings in the enchanting hour before sunrise, when even the mosquitoes are softly snoring dreaming of long, curvy naked necks and praying for bare temples, and every footstep sends a little cloud of pixie dust curling airborne in a puff of smoke, fairy droppings appear as if out of thin air and dot the sky like so much sweet cotton candy it just makes your mouth water.