Lazy Days of Indian Summer

Ah, yes… The lazy days of Indian Summer. All the windows in the house are open. A gentle breeze billows out the curtains carrying the sound of cicadas singing their fall song, a lonely train whistle far in the background, and as a special treat in my neighborhood, the incessant screaming of ignorant rednecks. Sigh.

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