If I was ever a rare fine summer person, that's long ago. Most of us are half-and-half. The August noon in us… — Ray Bradbury
If I was ever a rare fine summer person, that's long ago. Most of us are half-and-half. The August noon in us works to stave off the November chills. We survive by what little Fourth of July wits we've stashed away. But there are times when we're all autumn people.
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