Summer is like a fruit,
Still sour in early June,
Starting to swell and mature in early July.
It bursts open and the skin lets out the sugary juices in bright August.
When the wind of change blows, some people build walls others build windmills- Chinese Proverb
Windmills of My Mind 
This is lovely, Solitaire. Enjoy the ripeness of this last week of August.
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Thank you it’s exactly what I was thinking when I wrote the poem 💕
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an excellent analogy !
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Perfection!
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Thank you Bette, have a great weekend 🎐
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Thanks so much! ❤ Wishing you a great weekend too! xo
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