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A brief glimpse into the state of mind of your blogger as he brews a batch of beer on the gas grill late in the afternoon in mid-August. The bittersweet days of late summer; the song of crickets; the low, slanting orange light. Thoughts of winter. Listening to Prairie Home Companion in spite of his better judgment simply for the company.
The Unbearable Sadness of Brewing Beer in Solitude on a Late Summer Afternoon
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