Summer moved on. Summer is gone. Although it didn't arrive and never started. You can only have one summer per year, no more, no less.
Summer isn't a season. Summer is an animal. Summer is a Dire wolf. Shadow wolves they call them in Germany. Did he invent these animals or are they a real thing?
Summer isn't a season. Summer is an actress, a former dancer or gymnast. Summer whose name is April or May maybe June or March but definitely not Wednesday.
We are in the hands of old, crazy men. They eat our souls. Write that in your diary…
But that's another story for another time…
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