Friday, August 19, 2011

End of summer.





The end of summer has an affectionate disheveledness to it. A laziness that can only come from reading a good book in the sun. And it smells like ripe tomatoes. Don't you agree?
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  1. nicoleAugust 19, 2011 at 9:52 PM

    not over here in the fog belt...our tomatoes have no smell and it is too cold to sit outside! still that is summer to us.

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