1. Havarti flecked with dill, so pretty.
2. Thunderstorms roll through and cut the hot, humid air with a sharp and refreshing breeze.
3. The Parnases arrive for the weekend and we greet with exclamations and hugs all around. When I am outside after dark, I hear voices and laughter quietly filtering from the open windows. It is a hushed and content sound.
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