The end of summer is bittersweet. I will miss the warm nights. The crickets. Bare feet. The sounds of the ice cream man and my childs frantic search for loose change. I will miss the sun, and sun dresses. So I capture this one moment. A last moment. Of summer. Because next year, my little ones will be a little taller. A little smarter. A little less care free. So this is a moment. A last moment. Until the next moment.
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