Excessive. I’m a July child, and I’m full of TOO MUCH personality and emotions. Just saying… I fit July.
And it is July, the Month of Excesses…
And it is July, the month of excesses. July.
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Fireflies and girls laughing in the dark. Layers of cloud playing with sunshine and rain. Layers of clouds winking before the storm. And color–color returns.
There’s poetry in July, the season of excesses. And splendid shadows!
