During my teenage years, summer was everything. An expansive time. A time to bask in the sun, get lost in nature, dream, maybe fall in love, definitely learn new things. Summer felt expansive. Summer felt like freedom.
Summer songs that come to mind include the classic, “Summertime” that George Gershwin wrote for Porgy and Bess, which now reeks of colon…
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