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No Age reminds me of summer. When I listened to them I see little isolated moments from summers - hanging out in apartments with no furniture, waiting for rides, spilling beer on shag carpets, dresses, waking up way too late and being annoyed about it, fires, carmelized peaches, porches, peeling paint, sweaty legs and dirty feet. Brats. Fireflies. That kind of thing. It's nice. I hope this summer is as good. I know I complained about Grinnell summer last year, and part of me does wish I was home still (provided all of my friends were home), but I think I'm in a better position to enjoy being here now. It is pretty nice to have cookouts to go to all the time.