I hate saying goodbye to July – with its laughter skipping across the shimmering sea.

And its fireworks. And sun-kissed cheeks.

I hate saying goodbye to July – with its late nights carrying little girls to bed.

Little girls who wake up as young ladies.

And who wake up again as women

with every July that passes.

August 1, 2012

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