Spun out heart-racingly on the giant swing at the midway on Saturday, with the rides and their trailers wheeling beneath us and the hills at the horizon just starting to touch yellow with autumn, I thought, "This is love in a Bradbury season."
Rabbit, rabbit.
Rabbit, rabbit.
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