





Can you believe
August is almost over?
I can't.
It boggles my mind, frankly.
At this time of year,
my skin always feels
a bit tender
as my heart breaks
for the summer that is passing
(and all the ones that have passed before,
remembered golden)
but I,
almost traitorously,
feel the first hints of excitement
for the new season
(possibly my favorite one)
that begins
(just barely begins!)
to enter the scene.
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