The foot-tall growth bisecting the field narrowed 8 feet with each pass, an unmistakable semaphore signaling the whole delightful thing was too quickly winding down.
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BOB GRAY: Farewell(s) to summer
In its finality, August, by my lights, lives a double life: a brazen, wilting day at first, a day as crisp as October the next.