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Normal CSP test hehe :^)
heheh. you think your doctor/companion ship is cool? check this out. [bursts into tears]
End of August melancholy.
The cut-leaf coneflower, the goldenrod, the black-eyed susan, full of bumbling pollinator mouths.
The green of the world straining a bit, bowing in peripheral dryness and photosynthetic hunger to the increasingly short days and cooler nights.
The cicadas, insistent buzz defiant, but a marker of time's passage all the same. The decreasing number of fireflies.
Summer's coda. I keep my arms open to the cool, shadowed melancholy of autumn, but I weep for the uncompromising sublimity of summer. My lover, muddy river-soaked, the air unbearably full of water, insects and leaves and the searing eye of the sun.
I know we still have several weeks before the declared astronomical end, and yet: August, my companion... Crickets and muskrats in the water, and ripening tomatoes, and iced lemonade, and the ambient smoke of campfires.
Shirtless woman, sweat in rivulets, August. I kiss you farewell.
billy digging into his power, agatha guiding him there, billy shouting, am i killing this boy to save my brother, then quiet, and agatha alone, and even though—or maybe because—billy isn't there to hear her: "no, billy ... sometimes, boys die."
Alright, I’m ready.