via townandcountry.com
“To say it was a beautiful day would not begin to explain it. It was that day when the end of summer intersects perfectly with the start of fall.”
“August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.
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“August has passed, and yet summer continues by force to grow days. They sprout secretly between the chapters of the year, covertly included between its pages.”
“When summer gathers up her robes of glory, And, like a dream, glides away.”