The Smell of Summer

There‚Äôs something about the smell of summer. I keep the memory of it locked away to get me through the cold, gray months of winter. The smell of the last school bus ride, the excitement and anticipation of impending freedom masquerades under the guise of pencil shavings and mimeograph papers given as busy work to... Continue Reading →

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