Dear Summer, I am missing your warm breeze, monkey grass, and crape myrtle trees. Wet swim suites, fresh cut grass, and muggy weather forecasts; all will be missed but never surpassed. My son turned one year old ... The years adventures told ... Time waits for no soul. We must move on to a more 'Brown Lawn.' Fall time awaits like the breaking dawn. Live Laugh and Smile more, and do not let winter's cold breeze wash away your shore.
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