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“Some Summers Don’t Stay” Fall moved in like someone who didn’t knock first. One morning, Scottie woke to the sound of wind pressing against the window, not violently, but insistently, as if it needed to be let in. Zeke was already gone. There hadn’t been a final night, no drawn-out goodbye. Only a pause in
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“Some Summers Don’t Stay” Late summer clung to the city like a whispered promise: warm sidewalks, the taste of sun in the air, long shadows cast by tired trees. It was the kind of warmth that made you believe nothing could leave you. Scottie sat on the rusted park bench beneath a tall tree by
Written Through These Amber Eyes 