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Despite the frantic pace of this month it seems unwilling to end. Perhaps it's all this vigilance of the constant kind. How could it be possible to enjoy the passing of time, when one has to be aware of every second?
Why won't this June end? I want it to be summer already. I quite like it here, but I would love to be able to go home, and open the window in my room and watch the sun set behind the buildings across the street. Simply do nothing.
That's summer.
Why won't this June end? I want it to be summer already. I quite like it here, but I would love to be able to go home, and open the window in my room and watch the sun set behind the buildings across the street. Simply do nothing.
That's summer.