. . . every year, around this time, wistfully bid summer the fondest of all farewells, for the light has already changed in the early evening — a little more dusky, a little more golden, and mid-september sunsets have a deep coral hue more riotous than the pinks of august; and so, a long good-bye to august sunsets and warm ocean breezes, to afternoons on terraces and days at the beach, to long evening walks and rose bushes along the way, to rustling leaves, and most of all, to bare shoulders and legs and open-toed sandals . . .
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