The sky is still blue, lake water still remembers the warmth of August, but every day is a bit shorter than the last.
Here comes the equinox.
Good-bye, dear summer.
The sky is still blue, lake water still remembers the warmth of August, but every day is a bit shorter than the last.
Here comes the equinox.
Good-bye, dear summer.
Tags: Wide wonderful world
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