Subject: Summer Afternoon, Summer Afternoon
Date: Fri, 23 Jun 2000 21:11:36 EDT
I think the only time humans feel the idea of eternity is as children, as summer opens up before us. I remember having summer at my beck & call, to go vagabonding with Betty. Summer stretched in front of us like a long golden tunnel.
The children in the house catty-corner to our backyard are having a high old time right now, even with night fully fallen, fireflies flitting about. Someone just rang out with "Time out!"
Smiling - My Inner Child
reposted with sweet memories of its author, KATHARINE REYNOLDS LOCKHART, by her scribe/daughter, Elsa Lockhart Murphy aka Deev
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