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Austin
Finally, an adult. Summers bear a strange resemblance to your single-digit former self. June, July, August, September ... pretty much just those months between May and October. But the fun isn't gone. Nor the nostalgia. In fact, it seems to be the true amalgamation of all your prior summer associations.
Andy
Adult summer days seem to be all close toed shoes and pants and computer screens. Lots of looking out the window at that tree that would be perfect to read under... But not for too long. Back to work! At least there's always the weekends and no amount of work could ever tarnish the the wonder that is a Colorado summer night.
Adult summer days seem to be all close toed shoes and pants and computer screens. Lots of looking out the window at that tree that would be perfect to read under... But not for too long. Back to work! At least there's always the weekends and no amount of work could ever tarnish the the wonder that is a Colorado summer night.
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