High blue summer. A tiger-striped butterfly samples the grass where the mower has just been. Even my beagle is drunk on the resin scent of pine. On such a day, how can we concentrate on the world's racing pulse? Time to slow and ponder, meander and listen to the stars.

Oh, those deadlines!

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