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Today lingers on the fine edge of beauty;

The air, distilled from some distant September,

Spills into summer.

The sun, smiling with a March radiance,

Outlines the day in crisp, clear definition.

Of spring and autumn,

This summer day

Emerges alien to all seasons. . .

Married to some perfect mixture

Concocted out of dreams. . .

Briefly intruding upon reality

Before submitting to a past remembered.