By Thursday I’m a goner, my daily motions become arduous and my mind begins to wonder.
It’s that time of year again. It’s time for daydreams about never ending days and warm nights sitting outside with a cool drink listening to the distant rumble of fireworks or the ting of baseball bats. It’s time for smells of grilling and sounds of laughter to drift through the evening air on a regular basis.
It’s time for a holiday, an adventure, a love story.
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