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It's Always Summer
If life were predictable it would cease to be life and be without flavor.
Long walks in the rain.
Sparks fly from a welder’s torch.
A baby is born.
A man on vacation throws his dead wife’s ashes into the sea.
A woman on a plane looks out the window and imagines her husband dying below.
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