After enduring the dissonance of my disbelief that summer is really, actually, and no-doubt-about-it ending, I make a point to listen carefully and observe closely, breathing in the sweet air composed of the grand transitions surrounding me. Every natural movement (the scurrying squirrels, the last stand and practice-flights of the swallows, …
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