It's one hundred degrees in Kansas City — summer is on fire, yet I'm thinking about the fall. Not only because I'm burning my bare feet on the driveway pavement, but it's also as if my heart knows a shearing is coming. Because the trees aren't the only thing preparing to lose a layer.
Perhaps appropriately, I'm starting this month's writing on August 1st…
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