The Blueness of Summer

wanting to revisit something that is in the past but knowing you cannot as the seasons must change

By Joy LooneyPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read

my tender cache

wine in our indigo veins

remember the Seine?

heartbreak love poems sad poetry

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Joy Looney

A Nashville native turned New Yorker who writes about AI, data science, and all things tech by day and explores deep emotion, humor, and fantasy worlds by night.

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wanting to revisit something that is in the past but knowing you cannot as the seasons must change

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