What marks the end of summer? Why the beginning of fall of course! Fall is my absolute favourite season. The cool breeze blowing in my hair just haunts my summer nights. The crunching and rattling of those dry leaves beneath my shoes in a calm park on an autumn day. The day that my writing becomes a reality is the day that summer will truly end for me. However, until that day arrives, I’m stuck with constant scorching heat waves and rains that fall, not to bring relief, but to ravage all hopes of a good night sleep. Physically, fall is my end of summer. Mentality
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