Tuesday, August 26, 2008

August 26, 2008

Late summer sun in Michigan is like a candle centerpiece on a wooden picnic table. It's like a folk song. It's like the marriage of a snickerdoodle and oatmeal cookie. It's like a two-tone tan and cream El Dorado. It's like a bag of lays or a can of pringles or a bucket of popcorn or a bowl of pasta - whatever you can't get enough of.

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