Summer is my favorite season

I like how Summer feels

cool air blowing from a fan

perched on the windowsill

the humming of machinery

as it soothes the heat

my bare skin exposed to the elements

letting Mother Nature imprint herself on me

my body slowly becoming Summer

and Summer quickly becoming me.

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