The Eve of the Fourth
The eve of the Fourth. There's a specific magic to the night before a celebration — all the looking forward, none of the cleanup yet.
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The eve of the Fourth. There's a specific magic to the night before a celebration — all the looking forward, none of the cleanup yet.
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Tomorrow is the solstice. Tonight is the eve — the almost-longest day. We're still on the way up. Let the long light hold you.
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Last Friday of May, and summer is knocking. Before it makes any demands, decide what you want from it.
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Anticipation is a pleasant thing until we burn it all up before the thing arrives. Let today be today first.
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Spring doesn't ask for a grand announcement. It just starts showing up, one degree warmer at a time.
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