I went out into the garden last night. It was just getting dark and a bat was swooping around. Their was enough of a chill to warrant wearing my jumper-with-a-hole-in-the-arm and the clouds had a hint of pink about them. I thought “It’s August” and then felt all fuzzy. I love this month.
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