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So is the summer sky. Like a bonfire, even the sun burns intensely and shines with a golden light. Even Nature is made of pure gold, Like the fields of wheats and the crystal clear water at noon. This is how It greets Summer and the golden hour. Poem (C): Me “Nude Nymphs dancing to Pan’s flute around the fire” (C): Joseph Tomanek “A beaming Sunset” (C): Wojciech Weiss “Olives trees wi…