Cool-ish is good enough
in the dog days of August at 8:30
in the morning as I hose off
the bamboo littered patio, anticipating
my first sip of dark French roast
and the pop of a fresh Georgia
peach in my mouth.
Dear Sunday morning, what is it
about you that always starts out
so hopeful?
Charlotte Hamrick 
Oh, this is simply wonderful. It speaks to my soul.
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I’m so glad!
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ha. it feels like a fresh start…
and where are the peaches! i want a peach!
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