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The Concert Nights of June
The time when we all become honorary nocturnes and the air is thick with condensation from lemonade and relieved stress. The time when fireflies rise from newly cut hayfields to dance with the stars. The concert nights, when the night seems to never end. The campfires, were the souls of rubber boots melt from the heat of the dangerously appealing fire. When you are finally free, like the birds returning to their summer homes. Enjoy this month with trepidation, for the end comes alarmingly fast.