The Mid-August Friday
Summer thinks it's winding down. I think there's plenty left. Either way — when a good thing is finite, you stop taking it for granted.
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Summer thinks it's winding down. I think there's plenty left. Either way — when a good thing is finite, you stop taking it for granted.
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August is the golden hour of the whole year — everything looks more beautiful precisely because the light is starting to leave.
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The summer evening — that gold, long stretch between dinner and dark — is where a lot of the good living happens. Claim tonight's. They're finite.
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