the touch of summer

i cannot ask for finer adventures, more gracious friends, the beauty of serendipity and tenacity. in mid-august reflection: you have treated me well, boston, as well as i hope i have treated you.

to wonder.

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there was adventure.









there was music.







there was mirth.







there were goodbyes.





there was sunshine.







and ... take a wild guess.











and all of it, salt-kissed sweet.