Every year, when the September rains come and bring with them a distinct chill, I am forced to recognize that summer is well and truly over. This is never an entirely happy occurrence. I don’t like when the trees go bare, I don’t like when it gets dark early, and I really don’t like the cold. Summer is my favorite season and winter my least, and—while …
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