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Wednesday, 27 August 2025

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  Those late August mornings smelt of autumn  from day-break  till the hour when the sun-baked earth  allowed the cool sea breezes  to drive...

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  August rain:  the best of the summer gone,  and the new fall not yet born.  The odd uneven time.

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  Every time I see the lightening Every time I hear the thunder Every time I close the window When this happens in the summer Oh the night i...
Tuesday, 26 August 2025

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  Upon the hill  Drifts the noon’s single cloud,  white,  glaring,  still

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  Rust-colored  the tall straggling briar,  not one  Rose left
Monday, 25 August 2025

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  Of all hidden things,  I sing,  waiting for evening’s grace

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  Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm’d
Sunday, 24 August 2025

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  Hot summer streets And the pavements are burning I sit around Trying to smile But the air is so heavy and dry The city is crowded My frien...
Saturday, 23 August 2025

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  These brown summer grasses? The only remains of "invincible" warriors ... —Matsuo Basho
Friday, 22 August 2025

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  Laziness kills Ambition  Anger kill Wisdom  Fear kills Dreams  Ego kills Growth  Jealousy kills Peace  Doubt kills Confidence  reverse tho...
Thursday, 21 August 2025

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  A few friends, but they are in cities.    Drinking cold snow-water from a tin cup 
Wednesday, 20 August 2025

Summer night

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  The summer night is like a perfection of thought When this happens in the summer Oh the night is so inviting It's hot here at night Lo...

Summer Afternoon

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  summer afternoon;  to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language Summer breeze makes me feel fine Blow...

Summer

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  These silent summer nights even the stars seem to whisper. —Kobayashi Issa, These brown summer grasses? The only remains of "invincib...
Tuesday, 19 August 2025

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  Across rocks and meadows Swarms of new flies
Monday, 18 August 2025

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  over the green fields wilted down under your blaze, these thirsty unruly plants grow a jungle domesticity to protect their fruit
Sunday, 17 August 2025

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  God of the idle heat,  in this glaring road you dominate all
Saturday, 16 August 2025

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  August slipped away into a moment in time
Friday, 15 August 2025

August - Song by Taylor Swift

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  Salt air, and the rust on your door I never needed anything more Whispers of, "Are you sure?" "Never have I ever before...
Thursday, 14 August 2025

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  Medical textbooks from the Middle Ages contained a chart called "The Sphere of Life and Death."  Doctors used it to predict heal...
Wednesday, 13 August 2025

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   When the worst of our fears are realized, when everything we’ve counted on has disappeared, something still drives us to try to fix the p...
Monday, 11 August 2025

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  God of the idle heat, in this glaring road you dominate all. And over the green fields wilted down under your blaze, these thirsty unruly ...
Sunday, 10 August 2025

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As we stood there Older than men And younger than the boys We were as still as the wind That blows  on a hot August night The Wild Boys are ...
Saturday, 9 August 2025

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Saturday August 9 :  Sturgeon Moon
Friday, 8 August 2025

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  summer’s lease  hath all too short a date

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  August is the border between summer and autumn;  it is the most beautiful month 
Wednesday, 6 August 2025

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  Youth,  it passes  While age  is collected

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  Love has gone, tears are here, nothing left Suddenly she's glad he can't see her face Youth, it passes while age is collected
Tuesday, 5 August 2025

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  Even now I believe for the most part, love is about choices It's about putting down the poison and the dagger and making your own happ...
Monday, 4 August 2025

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  the first week of August is motionless, and hot It is curiously silent, too,  with blank white dawns  and glaring noons,  and sunsets smea...
Sunday, 3 August 2025

Val Kilmer Batman

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  Val Kilmer was such as powerful actor he truly had that A list screen presence, he was going to be great in this  A unique version of Batm...

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 August:  the summer's last stand
Saturday, 2 August 2025

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  Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’...
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