Author: Roger Vincent Jasaitis
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‘Twas here my summer paused…
‘Twas here my summer paused What ripeness after then… Emily Dickinson A summer hayfield in the West River Valley of Vermont with Putney Mountain looming in the distance. A hot and hazy August afternoon. The insects buzzing about me, the hint of rain in the air. The realization that this day, this afternoon, is the…
