the air is humid this morning, carrying the scent of lake on it. i love the summer of that smell. the way it permeates my idea of fresh, outdoor summer air. and the spirea is beginning to open. it's more green than white still, but not for much longer. my breath caught a little when i saw it. spirea drips with memory for me. and every spring i live another little life while the spirea blooms.
The Johnson Girls
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