Other worlds, everyday vacations, wishful thinking...at least when we were zoned out reading the back of the cereal box we weren't walking into the street and having our identities highjacked by our telephones. Summer was so simple. Get up. Eat cereal. Chase butterflies in the backyard. Have a swim lesson. Eat a hot dog. Go to the library. Read in the tree house. Swim again. Eat. Sit on the warm concrete driveway watching cars go by. Chase fireflies. Put calamine lotion on skeeter bites. Go to sleep. Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
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