Looking at this August corn on the first of November, I'm reminded of something a woman barber once said to me. I'd gone for a haircut at the beginning of autumn, back when I had longer hair that the sun had streaked blonde. When I saw the light locks falling to the shop's floor, I said, "Oh, no, all of my blonde hair is gone." And she replied, "Summer's over, hon."
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