Semper erit aestas.

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New York City.
The vestiges of my American youth.

"For him in vain the envious seasons roll
who bears eternal summer in his soul."
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Thu Oct 1

“ ‘What’ll we do with ourselves this afternoon,’ cried Daisy, ‘and the day after that, and the next thirty years?’
‘Don’t be so morbid,’ Jordan said. ‘Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.’
F. S. F.

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