Hello everyone,
The sun is out, and the seasons have changed. The earth turns, and I live for another summer. In all those fantasy books I used to read, and in the “olden days,” they sometimes talked about age in terms of summers. “I’m 25 summers old,” the hero would say, chest and sword out, an adventure imminent. It’s an affectation, of course — a litt…
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