everybody looks forward to July and before we know it it flies by in a blur with lightening bugs in mason jars, fenced in yards, 16 year olds learning to park cars & American flags, fireworks & my birthday cake or mixed berry pie (heavy on the blackberries please, for me). It's only among the wet trees, earth & moss covered rocks deep inside a forest or French & Indian War era city situated as a true frontier land gateway of the west sometimes best seen for what it is when you keep getting welcomed by strangers with Angel arms and eyes alike to the nights walking, sitting, drinking under those big California stars July seems like a dream to me but I guess that's what a good birthday month is for with an omnipresent script full of spirit animals & guides looking after you for unpredictable protection and success as if in a one & only dream written at Noon June 28, 2015 by John Alan Conte Jr.
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