September
"But now in September the garden
has cooled, and with it my possessiveness.
The sun warms my back instead of beating
on my head ... The harvest has dwindled,
and I have grown apart from the intense
midsummer relationship that brought
it on."-
--Robert Finch
Sunday, September 26, 2004
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