"But now in September
the garden has cooled,
and with it my possessiveness.
The sun warms my back
instead of beating on my head ...
The harvest has dwindled,
and I have grown apart
from the intense midsummer relationship
that brought it on."
- Robert Finch
the garden has cooled,
and with it my possessiveness.
The sun warms my back
instead of beating on my head ...
The harvest has dwindled,
and I have grown apart
from the intense midsummer relationship
that brought it on."
- Robert Finch
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