!Late summer night
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agk's diary
9 September 2022 @ 01:51 UTC
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written on iPad in Safari via ssh.sdf.org
while the crickets chirp in tall grass
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In her band Peanucle, Sam sang "Summer's gonna come
--all our plans will come together...."[^1]
My classmate drove all the way down to my town. We
administered CDC's vaccine opinion survey at the
free concert in the park.
Evy's friends and my friends hung out with us on
folding chairs and the blanket I brought. My baby
ran around and flirted, in heaven. We sweated in
the humidity and enjoyed the music. Majestic sunset
banded the sky. General modal freight train rocked
and rattled past.
My daughter cried in the kitchen til a summer rain
storm started, then chirped happily, ran out the
back screen door, played independently, perfectly
content in the rain.
With baby slung across my chest, I cut chain links,
pulled down the mud and debris-caked fence. We
pushed the flood-drowned truck with its seized
transmission out of the way. She fell asleep.
I parked Chris's work truck under the tree, used
the baling wire to open the hood, disconnected the
battery. In Evy's car we held hands in the night
air.
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[1]:
https://archive.org/details/pixfree03
