From a technical, Western standpoint, summer is still here.  The autumn equinox isn’t occurring for another seven days.  A week. Yet it already feels like fall.  The days are crisp, and the everything feels fragile and delicate.  I grow melancholy in the evenings as the shadows grow long too soon.  Long days shorten.  Nights grow […]

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