The smell of summer
Jun 22, 2022
2 minutes
Jonathan Self
FROM plains that reel to southward, dim,/The road runs by me white and bare’, to quote Archibald Lampman on the subject of heat, ‘Up the steep hill it seems to swim/Beyond, and melt into the glare.’ The road isn’t the only thing melting here in Florence, either. Within 10 minutes of leaving home for my morning walk I’m
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