Honeysuckle hung heavy and sweet on the placid breeze. The trees rustled overhead, leaves curling and dry from a long, dry summer heat. Flowers wilted and grasses turned brown in the dog days of summer.
"I can't believe summer's over. I'm not ready for this. I need more time." Joyce lay on her back, staring up at the ocean blue sky and puffy white clouds through the leaves and branches of the apple tree.
"It went by too fast." Iris agreed.
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