Newsletter-Early-Week

A Golden Glow of Summer’s Past

There’s something magical about summer. Not the kind of magic that comes from fireworks or family vacations, (well…OK— those are really great parts about it too) but the kind that sneaks in with the hum of cicadas and the slow drip of a melting popsicle. It’s a nostalgia-soaked kind of wonder—the kind that lives in bare feet on hot pavement, the smell of chlorine and cut grass, and the timeless thrill of chasing lightning bugs with nothing but a jar and a little bit of hope.

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