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This has been an amazing summer, a "10" for 2010, I'd say. Many say, "It's too hot." I say, "Too hot for what? It's summer, it's supposed to be hot." I love summer, and I love the heat (I also love winter, and the cold). This is what we wait for all year. Make that two years - remember? - we didn't get a summer last year. My only complaint is, it is all going much too fast. In June we prepare; July lumbers towards August. We tumble over the hump of August 1st, and by now - on the cusp of mid-August - summer is a Nantucket sleigh ride, careening out of control - hang on tight! All the more reason to savor every hot day, every warm breeze, every summer flower, every bird-song, every cricket-chirp, every wind-filled sail in the harbor, every twilight walk through people-filled streets, every summer constellation, every sweet and tangy rose-hip; every bike ride, boat ride, picnic, concert, reunion, and, best of all - every delicious, renewing, end-of-day swim.
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