RecollectionsField Notes Summer, I glanced and saw you at five past Noontide. Summer, I heard you whiz by on wings of Dragonfly Summer, your scent wafted by both sweet and bitter Summer? Is that you I felt? August 26, 2014 https://aa8816.a2cdn1.secureserver.net/wp-content/uploads/2017/07/Five-Past-Noontide-4.jpg?time=1714485536 3000 4000 fic0n5erv https://aa8816.a2cdn1.secureserver.net/wp-content/uploads/2017/07/fi-Conservancy-logo350x100.jpg fic0n5erv2014-08-26 00:00:002017-07-14 18:00:16Recollections