August- there is nothing like that late summer sadness
The desperation that comes when something beautiful is ending. I hate letting it go. But I'll relive it in my head all winter.
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SageWanderer · 70-79, M
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@SageWanderer I love Fall for many many reasons. But I miss the warm summer nights.