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Kimberly

Certain Summers remain uppercase, all blue, heat and breakneck. We daughters of the season, off-key in synchronicity, played out the inborn cool of our age.. You and I came up through a flowery, fulsome time that thought highly of itself, all laissez-faire but as acquisitive as any generation. I meant to never go away. 'Course, there I went, since that's the sway life has on youth. You decamped with the first man of your dreams. I doubted us, for a time, and fear is so often posture, worthy or not of passing on. Now we watch other sisters, for them summer blazes a cheap high. They're all exclamation points, blistering style, indifferent to rebel decades - in the wake of us -

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