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May 10, 2006:

Sunlight through billowing window curtains. Westerly wind with the faint smell of seawater. Spitting sound of nearby lawn sprinklers. The lazy, jingling song of an ice cream truck moving up the street more slowly than a child can walk. The joy of morning sleep.

Summer.

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