Mid-August, and all the people born this month, more than any other. The sun is lower, the shadows longer, the nights cooler. When the rain comes, it is always a relief. I remember my mother and I shopping at Hill's for school clothes, before they moved to Woolworth across the street (in 1976?). Corduroys seemed plausible when the skies were the same grey as they were.
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