Tis a sad evening. For summer lies before me cold and shrivled, laying there helplessly on its own death bed waiting for the stroke of 12 to finally bring its inevitable and unfortunate demise. We must dwell to long, rather we must bow our heads in respect for what it has given us in what felt like a short time. Too short. We must go forth to the
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