Summer

Summer, when the sun blows blazing kisses on your back and beads of exasperated sweat swim upon the softness of your skin.

Summer, when peace and freedom reigns with the lack of chains uprooted from the stress of school. 

Summer, when the ocean sings praises for the millions of humans who indulge themselves in its waves. 

Summer, when the sweet drops of melting popsicles stain your new swimsuit for all the pool parties that will once again begin. 

Summer, when creativity runs rampant in the brain, no longer tied down by the stifling procedures of fourth period science class. 

Come on, only four more months until summer. 

 

 

 

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