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This summer seems to march on at a rather fast tempo (as
if someone who barely knows how to hold the bow, presses on to shoot at
twinkle stars). Just two weeks ago, on the way to school, I smelled wild strawberries
in the Arb. Then, I tasted first mulberries along the river. Now
raspberries are ripe everywhere (Pausing to pick the fruits, one can't help
seeing whole notes on the staff - it's a tune of bounteous harvest).
Dragonflies and damselflies at Barton Pond are already laying their eggs,
performing intricate acrobatic dances in the evening. And last night's
thunders and lightenings only hasten and quicken summer's marching steps -
there is no time to row lightly.
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