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Sweet Summer Solitude

The piercing golden fringe rises above the gently rolling hills. Ruby red sun-kissed cheeks, soles stained with rich muddy soil. Blisters hardened at the fingertips like paper mache, memories of the enchanting garden that once was weeds. Perched on a stump at the very top, the sun fades into the city, leaving fiery red and purple rays to bounce through windows of an empty room.

Sweet Summer Solitude

The piercing golden fringe rises above the gently rolling hills. Ruby red sun-kissed cheeks, soles stained with rich muddy soil. Blisters...